CHAPTER 25

(ORION’S POV)

The mention of Harvestia's crown alpha prince sent a jolt through me, my mind spinning as if caught in a whirlwind. Recognition flickered somewhere deep within, but it remained elusive, slipping through my grasp like grains of sand. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my temples, causing me to wince and squeeze my eyes shut in a futile attempt to ward off the agony.

Sheila, ever attentive, rushed to my side, her face etched with worry. Her gentle touch sought to soothe the torment wracking my mind. "Orion, what's happening? Are you alright?" Her concern was palpable, her voice a lifeline in the storm of confusion.

Struggling to steady myself, I replied, my words faltering. "I'm... not sure." Sheila's touch was a balm, though the pain persisted, its grip unyielding. With each passing moment, it seemed to tighten, threatening to overwhelm me.

Sheila sprang into action, her panic reflected that my distress was beyond her ability to assuage. Without hesitation, she dashed ou