Chapter 152 One-hundred And Fifty-two

• Abel
• The morning of our departure arrived with the kind of controlled chaos that came from moving a pregnant omega on bed rest, a medical team, and enough security to protect a small country. I stood in the main foyer overseeing preparations, but my attention kept drifting to Millicent as she made her way slowly down from the medical wing.
• She'd dressed carefully in comfortable travel clothes - loose pants and a flowing top that accommodated her belly while still looking professional. Her hair was pulled back in a simple style, and she'd applied just enough makeup to hide the lingering exhaustion from her face. Every movement was deliberate, careful, but determined. She wasn't going to let anyone see her as weak.