Emira followed the prince slowly, every step measured. Her side ached where Teacher Shim's kick had landed, a dull, throbbing pain spreading with every breath she took. She could feel the bruise forming already, hot beneath the skin, the flesh stiffening with each passing moment. It would be there for days, she knew.
An Omega did not heal the way an Alpha did.
Alphas shook off injuries like they were nothing, their bodies stitching themselves whole before the blood even dried. Omegas healed faster than humans, yes, but the pain lingered, the weakness clung longer. And this kick… she knew it would remind her of itself each time she moved.
Inside the cabin, Prince Zen walked to the low couch and sat with an ease that made Emira feel even smaller where she stood. His movements were deliberate, his presence filling the room in a way that left no space for anyone else to breathe too loudly.
