Dominico’s POV:
Nyx narrowed her eyes at me, pulling her hoodie tighter around herself as she backed up further on the bed. “What are you saying?” she asked warily, as if she already knew the answer but was hoping she was wrong.
I clenched my jaw. “There are only two ways to handle this. You either learn to control your pheromones—completely—and we’ll need to sleep in the same room, act like we’re properly mated. You know that marked Omegas can’t be scented by other Alphas. So, it’s important that everyone knows you are... mine.”
Her eyes widened, and I saw the fear flash across her face. “And the other option?”
“I can mark you,” I said bluntly, “and make you my mate for real. That way, even if we don’t sleep in the same room, no one will approach you.”
Her face twisted in horror, and
