GRAY'S POVThe moon cast a silver glow on the path ahead as I walked away from Lyra's room, Her tears echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the turmoil I had unleashed. I glanced back, seeing her silhouette in the doorway, a picture of vulnerability against the moonlit backdrop."I took care of it," I called out, my voice carrying a mixture of assurance and detachment. She looked at me, her eyes a turbulent sea of emotions, but she didn't utter a word. Instead, she closed the door, and I was left standing alone in the chilling night."I'll be back," I declared, holding the door before she could shut it completely. She shot me a wary glance, an unspoken question in her eyes.A smirk played on my lips. "I'll be back, Lyra. This isn't over."As I walked away, the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead, a twisted satisfaction filled me. Lyra, the wretched Omega, bowed before me, a clear acknowledgment of her place in the hierarchy. Being with me wasn't just a choice; it was a
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