Anna tried to swallow around the lump growing in her throat, feeling like she was going to choke on it. Her dreams have never made sense, but last night was different; the omega could feel it in her guts. They were not her fragments of imagination but the memories that have been suppressed all this while. But why?
"Anna?" Her friends concerned voice broke her out of thoughts, making her aware of Mimi's presence in the room. She has been so occupied by the thoughts running in her mind that she almost forgot. "What are you saying? I am worried about you," The omega hesitantly whispered, and Anna was already familiar with the change in her voice, slightly deeper, on just the right side of rough.
"I'm not sure," Anna breathed, and it's the truth. The omegas brain was still stringing togethe
