Zane's POV~
Then, suddenly, the dining room echoed with the sound of clapping.
Silas was applauding, a warm smile blooming on his face as he looked at me...not with ridicule, but with admiration.
"I love that, Zane," he said sincerely. "What you just said… that's exactly what makes you different. You're an omega, yes, but you're also someone with a vision...someone who refuses to be defined by tradition. I respect that. And I'll support that."
I blinked, stunned by his reaction.
"But…" he continued, more gently now, "you are still an omega. Sooner or later, you'll go into heat. And when that happens, even suppressants won't help. You'll need an Alpha...someone who can mark you. I understand that you want more than just to be bred. You want to matter. And I think your goal is to prove to the world that omegas aren't just for reproduction, but that they can hold their own, be powerful, and even change society."
I nodded slowly, swallowing the tightness in my throat.
