RED MOON PACK
HELION'S POV
If the day before had proved to be a torment, today seemed silent, and he hoped it would end on a good note.
Except for the little trail of bruises on his neck and right shoulder, no one could imagine he had been sick hours before. Gone was the paleness, replaced by that unreadable Alpha's expression.
He made his bed, tidied his desk, and placed his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. He carried it to the laundry room himself a task an Omega would normally do before returning to his bedroom. Normally, an Omega would handle it, but Helion refused. His cravings were too dangerous. If an Omega were to find themselves in his bedroom when the poison took over and the bloodlust rose, they would no doubt end up as breakfast or dinner.
His hair was braided into two
