Sibel’s POV
"I want to use the restroom," I said to Dylan before excusing myself. After finishing, I returned to the training camp. As I entered, I was taken aback to find Charles and Jed in a heated argument. I approached them, concerned and curious about what had caused the dispute.
"Charles, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to diffuse the tension.
"Yeah, ask this omega," Jed snapped, his tone dripping with disdain.
I was taken aback by Jed's hostility. How could he be so callous towards an omega at such a young age? But I pushed aside my shock and focused on Charles.
"Charles, what's happening?" I asked again, gently.
"Why was my first-place result canceled?" Charles demanded, his voice a mix of anger and sorrow.
"I don't understand," I replied, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"My position, my rightful position, was taken away," Charles explained, his frustration evident.
I could sense his distress and wondered who would be responsible for such a decision.