- Crystal's POV -
Alpha Arthur is pretty tall, he's probably over 6 feet. He is already much taller than the average male werewolf, and when it comes to me, it's like a mountain standing in front of me.
I am a genetically defective omega, I am slender and thin, and I look small compared to omega's of my age, let alone with Arthur.
The top of my head only reached Arthur's abdomen, and one of his palms could wrap around my entire shoulder.
A sense of oppression naturally generated by the physical disparity came over me, and I panicked from the bottom of my heart. Even my voice turned shrill.
"Let go of me!"
Alpha Arthur was silent for a moment, gently letting go of his hand and taking a step back.
"I'm sorry about last night."
"Don't say it!"
I wanted to find a needle and stab mysel
