••• Victoria’s POV •••
The door creaked open.
The sound was soft, but in the dead silence of the room, it rang out like a blade scraping over stone.
I didn’t move.
Not even a twitch.
Not as the hinges groaned and the air shifted, carrying the scent of fear in with it. The same submissive scent from before—muted, shaking. The Omega stepped inside.
I heard her pause. The muffled shuffling of boots against the floor. A sharp inhale.
She was scared.
Good.
That meant she wasn’t here to hurt me.
Not yet.
My body screamed at me to shift, to look, to do something—but I remained limp on the floor, every muscle burning with restraint. I listened instead.
“I… I brought food,” the Omega murmured, barely above a whisper. “He said you might wake soon.”
She set so
