Elna’s room was bathed in the soft glow of dozens of ritual candles burning in every corner. The scent of spices and smoldering herbs filled the air, creating a sacred and tranquil atmosphere—one Elna often used for healing rituals and meditation. When the two Omegas guided Kesha into the room, Elna was already standing near a wooden table filled with potion bottles and ancient incantations.
“What happened?” Elna asked calmly, her eyes focused on Kesha, who appeared unsteady and struggled to walk.
Kesha whimpered, one hand pressed to her stomach, her face deathly pale. “I… I just wanted to talk, but she pushed me. I only wanted to explain something, but—”
Elna raised a hand gently, signaling the Omegas to stop. “You may leave,” she said softly, yet with unmistakable authority.
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