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I didn't remember what I had done. I only remembered the man who had been squatting at the door, now lying in bed beside me. It had been a chaotic night; I didn't know if it was the mint that had aggressively invaded the muscat, or if it was the muscat that had softly attacked the mint. I had betrayed my husband. He could choose not to love me, but I couldn't make this kind of mistake.
When Michael opened his eyes, he saw the Omega beside him in the dim morning light, curled up with his knees bent, face buried in his arms, two red marks blooming on the back of his fair neck, and two clear canine teeth marks on his glands. His slight breathing betrayed his nervousness, like a helpless, pitiful puppy.
Hearing the movement, the poor puppy raised his head, his eyes clear and bright,
