{Elira}
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Rennon's hand rested gently on my other one.
"You are enough. You always were." His voice was calm and reassuring.
And Zenon, steady as stone, simply said, "You are ours."
My chest heaved as my tears slipped faster. For the first time in years, they weren't born of shame, but of release.
I let out a shaky laugh between sobs, pressing my palms to my eyes.
"I… I don't know what to do with this. I've dreamed of hearing it, of being told I wasn't nothing. And now—"
"Now," Rennon said gently, "you let yourself feel it."
I breathed in shakily, and when I looked up, Lennon was smirking, but his eyes were softer than I ha
d ever seen them. "Cry all you want, sweetheart. You've earned it. But after this? We are not letting you hide behind that word, 'Omega' ever again."
I laughed wetly, the sound breaking in my throat, but the tears didn't stop.
Zenon waited until my breathing steadied before he spoke again. His tone was calm and deliberate.
