"Change your clothes now!" Elijah's voice was low but intimidating. I shook my head. "No." "You want to pick a fight with me?" His power radiated, making me feel unsteady. Eugenia reached out to support me, but she, too, was affected by Elijah's power. "Please, my king. If you do this, everyone will feel your wrath," Eugenia pleaded. "So be it! Let them know that anyone who defies me will suffer the consequences!" Elijah grabbed my chin, his gaze cutting into me. "Like you, little Omega, I could get rid of you right now!" Our eyes locked, his stare slicing through me like a blade. I could only gasp softly, the pain overwhelming me. "King Elijah, please!" Eugenia's voice trembled. Silence. No music. Just the murmur of the crowd. Elijah released his grip, exhaling sharply. "I'll have Delilah change now, but... everyone has seen her in this dress," Eugenia said, pausing. "Won't that raise questions, my king?" In my mind, I was confused; why did these royal wolves care so much
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