Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega
With a flip of my finger, the phone unlocked revealing a set of dark and every photo, mostly drawn.
The one that struck out most was the eery sketch of a woman crying over a baby with red lines piled on the floor.
“That's…” the man began and I held my breath.
Raising it to my nose, I got a faint sniff of Beauty's scent and an uncertain omega. The omega's scent was confusingly familiar while distant to my knowledge as well.
I scrolled after and stopped at the one that made my heart race. It was a picture of Beauty asleep, her lips less pinky than usual, lying on a woman's lap, wearing the same clothes as the woman in Cole's tablet.