Even as I said the words, "I shouldn’t have done that," part of me struggled to remember why. Because in that moment, it had felt perfect. I was a mess.
Nyx hadn’t moved, just stared at me, her gaze unreadable, her body tense. But I could still feel the crackling tension between us, the way the air felt thick with everything unsaid. Why did I care so much? I hadn’t wanted this marriage. I hadn’t wanted her. But the pull, the connection... it was undeniable. Whether I liked it or not.
What baffled me even more was how she hadn’t acted like any Omega I had ever met. She was hotheaded, sharp-tongued, and refused to back down, even though I could smell the fear lingering in her scent. Most would have cowered, especially after what happened last night. But not her.
When I told her to "fulfil
