Scarlet
"You’re not really an omega, are you?"
The words hit me harder than I expected, slamming into me with the force of something long buried being unearthed too suddenly.
I blinked up at Ronan, my breath caught in my throat. His face was calm and unreadable, but there was something in his expression—curiosity, certainty, and just a hint of amusement- as if he were watching me puzzle through something he had already figured out.
I forced myself to keep my voice even. "What do you mean?"
His lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk appearing before he tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Come on, Scarlet. Anyone with a right mind should know you don’t have a single fiber of omega blood in you." He took a slow step closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "So, what’s the deal
