Chapter 126

••• Victoria’s POV ••• The door creaked open. The sound was soft, but in the dead silence of the room, it rang out like a blade scraping over stone. I didn’t move. Not even a twitch. Not as the hinges groaned and the air shifted, carrying the scent of fear in with it. The same submissive scent from before—muted, shaking. The Omega stepped inside. I heard her pause. The muffled shuffling of boots against the floor. A sharp inhale. She was scared. Good. That meant she wasn’t here to hurt me. Not yet. My body screamed at me to shift, to look, to do something—but I remained limp on the floor, every muscle burning with restraint. I listened instead. “I… I brought food,” the Omega murmured, barely above a whisper. “He said you might wake soon.” She set something down. A soft clatter of metal on metal. A tray? The scent of stale bread and thin broth reached my nose. My stomach growled on instinct, but I didn’t flinch. Hunger was nothing compared to what I needed: a chance. The Omega moved clo