I close the door to my bedroom, my body still hard with need after leaving Sophia trembling and satiated in her bed. It would have been so easy to stay, to take what Conri is howling for in my mind, to claim her completely, mate her, make her irrevocably mine in every sense.
But something held me back.
Not mercy, exactly. I'm not familiar enough with the concept to recognise it. Perhaps it was strategy, a damaged, traumatised omega serves my purposes less effectively than one who comes to accept her place willingly. Or perhaps it was something else entirely, something I'm not prepared to examine too closely.
'Weak,' Conri grumbles, prowling through my consciousness with the satisfied swagger of an alpha who's just claimed his prize. 'Should have mated her. Marked her inside too.'
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