☆ Chapter 40 ☆
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"Let's go back to your mate, little omega."
The voice drifted to Elian through layers of haze, distant yet unmistakably close. Cold hands touched his overheated skin, firm and unyielding as they lifted him from the bed. His body barely reacted; it felt too heavy, too distant to obey him anymore. A fresh scent brushed against his senses—soft, clean, and unfamiliar in the way only one presence was.
Esper.
Elian tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids refused him, weighed down by exhaustion so deep it felt carved into his bones. His limbs hung uselessly as his body leaned into Esper's cold embrace, his head falling against the man's shoulder. He wanted to speak, to ask where they were going, to beg for reassurance, but even his thoughts felt sluggish and far away.
Time blurred.
