“Why are you so weak?” Lucian asked me.
He was referring to the bruises on my wrists. They were gotten from all the grabbing and dragging around.
“I don’t know if you know this, but I’m an Omega.” I said, deadpan.
Lucian tsk-ed at me, then turned away. We were both in his private office. I was sitting down on a leather couch by the wall, while he was rummaging through the drawers behind his wooden desk.
After a few seconds, he brought out a box and walked over to me. I narrowed my eyes at him, wary.
“What is that?” I asked with a suspicious-filled tone.
“Are you blind or something?” he responded, not sparing me a glance. It all happened so fast after that.
One second, he was standing over me. Next, Alpha Lucian was on his knees before me. Shocked at the sudden action, I flinched a
