Damon was careful, while carrying the glass of milk, that Taylor had requested. He hummed festive tones as he walked to their room.
He couldn't wait to cuddle his wife and whisper sweet nothing's in his ears, till he fell asleep.
Damon turned the handle and opened the door. He walked inside and expected to see his omega in bed, but he wasn't.
“Taylor! Darling, are you in the bathroom?” He called out, and there was no reply. Maybe, he was too focused that he didn't hear him.
The alpha dropped the glass of milk on the bedside table. He walked into the bathroom, but no sign of Taylor.
“Baby, are you in the dressing room?” Damon inquired, and he made his way into the dressing room, but still yet, no Taylor.
Maybe, he had gone to join the festival again or his friends came to get him. Th
