The days within the castle grew increasingly tense. The air felt like a taut string, stretched too tightly—ready to snap at any moment. The omegas became more guarded; some even chose to completely avoid Adriana. Meanwhile, Kesha, with all her false innocence, seemed more liked and protected than ever.
But Elna was not a woman easily deceived.
She had long suspected something was off about Kesha’s behavior. The sudden minor wounds, the tears that came too easily, even the tone of her voice that often sounded forced—all of it had not escaped Elna’s sharp eyes. Though she had no solid evidence yet, her instincts as a healer and wise woman of the castle told her that Kesha harbored a hidden agenda.
Elna summoned someone to her chamber in secret. A young omega named Nara, who worked in the
