An Omega's Fury

doom and is stuck in a nightmare. Her fear is renewed as memories of the ceremony, her marriage to Darius, and the idea of being bound to him forever flood back. She has the

ts and use the tea and pastries a

d wind blowing through her soul: "Kahlis, you will fulfill your duty With a smile on your face, you will become a vessel for my heir or..." Unspoken but tangible, the menac

from her like a searing stab. She can still feel the pain and hopelessness she felt when everything she valued was taken from her. She wonders if her sons are secure and if they are still alive, and tears prickle the corners of her eyes. She longs for them. Her heart hurt from the notion of all the moments she's missing and all the memories she'll never get to make with them. She felt a deep longing. Her thoughts stray to her father-her rock and source of guidance. She

has a special announcement to make." Kahlis' heart drops, and her mind races with possibilities. What could Darius possibly intend to announce? Has he found her private sessions with Charles? Will he publicly humiliate her again? With apprehension, Kahlis stands from her seat,

n cold. Darius sits on his throne, a smug smile spreading across his face, while

e with you. Charles, here, has graciously offered to be your... mentor, of sorts. He will help

been drawn to, the man she's been secretly meeting with, is now being forced upon h

mind races with fear. Married to Darius? The concept is repugnant-a nightmare come true. She feels as if she is being smothered, stuck in a cage of her own creation. "But, Your Majesty," she stammers, looking for a way out. "I thought... I thought we were to be married in a private ceremony

h over her. She knows she must think quickly, come up with a plan to escap

, a hint of understanding, of sympathy which she is not so confident about. An

oss her face. "How wonderful, Your Majesty," she says, her voice dripping with s

gaze never leaves Charles' face, her thoughts racing with possibilities. She understands she must step carefully, unsure whether Charles' concern is genuine or a ruse to earn her trust. But she sees a glimmer of hope, a chance to f

s curtsied, her heart beating with anxiety and determination. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she says, her voice smooth like honey. The guards lead her out of the royal room and back into her prison