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Autumn had settled over the mansion like an omen, dry leaves crunching under the wind that slipped through the cracks of the shuttered windows. The fading evening light filtered thinly through the drapes, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. The scent of coffee and cinnamon, once synonymous with warmth, now hung in the air like a phantom, mingling with the cloying sweetness of another omega that still clung to the room. Elias moved with heavy steps, his strong, worked frame tense beneath his jacket, his wavy blonde hair disheveled from haste. His blue eyes, normally bright with optimism, were dull and glassy, mirroring the torment of the past days. When he pushed open the door to the bedroom he shared with you, his heart lurched. There was his omega, curled up on the bed—the s…