Elena pov

The room felt smaller than it had ever been. The walls that once made me feel secure now pressed against me like a prison. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the open trunk before me, clothes folded neatly inside. My hands trembled as I picked up another dress, smoothing the fabric before laying it down carefully in the corner. It should have been routine, simple, but every movement carried the weight of finality.

I was leaving.

The thought hit harder than I expected. I had spent years inside these walls, shaping myself into someone who belonged here, someone who deserved a place by Alpha...