She tried to focus on her book, but it was impossible. Dorian’s gaze never left her.
“What are you doing?” Clara finally snapped.
“Admiring you,” he said simply.
“Don’t you think that’s at least… strange?”
“No,” he replied. “Hasn’t anyone told you how beautiful you are?”
“Oh, they have,” Clara answered dryly. “The last one, in fact, was your mother—right before she decided to marry me off against my will and then declared me an omega. I’m almost afraid to imagine what’s going to happen after your compliment.”
“You’re incomparable, Clara. You have a talent for surprising me. And who exactly did my mother want you to marry?”
Clara blushed.
“It’s actually kind of funny,” she admitted with a smile, which only piqued his curiosity.
“So? Who?”
“You,” she said, “the future Alpha.”
Dori
