Elijah arrived on time, and I don’t think he suspected anything. After a small talk with Eugenia and saying goodbye, we returned to the mansion.

The drive back was silent between Elijah and me. My mind was utterly consumed by the story from the past, and it was absolutely shocking. I had never imagined that Elijah was actually descended from a half-Omega.

No wonder Elijah was always so hard on me. He kept reminding me that I couldn’t be weak. I finally understood—Elijah didn’t want me to end up like him or his mother, who had been poorly treated.

“Do you still think about what I said?” Elijah asked out...