The sound is blunt and ugly. Everyone flinches except Jasper, who only tilts his head like he's marking the exact measurement of the dent.
The room drops into suspended quiet.
Ragon shakes out his hand once and looks at me. He doesn't wince. "I am ending this. All of it. Today."
He pivots his gaze to the others. "Eli. Jasper. You will bring her to her room and hold her there."
Eli straightens. "Hold—"
"Hold. She doesn't move. She doesn't hide. She doesn't throw herself at the door. She watches."
My body goes cold. "Watches what?"
Ragon's eyes flick to Marie and back to me. "These games end today. Omegas do not threaten omegas.Omegas do not compete with other omegas. You are going to understand your place. We are going to mark your nest with what this pack is."
The meaning lands with a nauseating drop.
My nest.
My room.
His scent.
Hers.
I step back without meaning to. The wall hits my shoulder.
"No. No. No. Please don't— don't do that. Not there."
Marie inhales like she's smelling victory for the first time. "She needs to learn."
"Ragon," Jasper says, stepping forward, shoulders squaring. "This is crossing a line."
Ragon turns on him so fast my vision blinks. "You still want to be in this pack? You follow my lead."
"I won't stand by while you weaponize an omega's nest. Omega Welfare Act, section five. Nest integrity. You violate it as punishment, you invite the Omega Protection Agency oversight. And you will not like oversight crawling through our house."
Ragon takes one step into Jasper's space. "This is not abuse. This is correction. I'm ending this jealousy tonight. Vee is going to learn to share or have nothing at all."
"You're wrapping cruelty in procedure and calling it structure. If you think they won't smell it on a report, you're dumber than the registry thinks you aren't."
For a second, I think Ragon might actually put his hands on another alpha.
He doesn't.
He pushes out scent instead—thick, punishing pressure that slams into my knees and makes Eli rock back a half-step. Drake swears under his breath.
The whole room feels like a storm just sank into it.
"Eli. Jasper. You will hold her."
Eli's throat works. "Ragon—"
Ragon's scent spikes again, a deliberate hammer. "Now."
Eli's body answers before his mouth can. He moves toward me, hands up, palms open, face carved into apology. "Vee. Please."
I shake my head hard enough the world blurs. "No. Please don't let him— Eli. You know this is wrong."
