Tears ran down my face in ugly streams, and I struggled to speak, but I was already finding it hard enough to even breathe. Zidane was standing there, cupping my face, telling me that he loved me. Right when it felt like everything would be hopeless. Right when I had resigned to loveless kisses and helpless embraces. Right when i had believed I would be nothing more than a substitute wife. Right when I had started to believe that I was, perhaps, his doom.
"Zi... Zidane..."
"Don't say a word," he breathed, his voice low as he leaned to me, cupping my face a little harder, hie chest heaving. "You want this too, don't you?"
There has been nothing I have wanted more. Not to leave my family. Not to leave the omega stench that had followed me all my life. Just this man in front of me. I wante
