The Alpha King's Runaway Puppy
Finding the distance between them a little dangerous, that she could even feel his warm breath on her neck, Harper quietly stepped back a little.
"Why?" asked Wyatt with a frown.
"It's because I am an Omega," Harper replied in a low voice.
"Omega? How could you be an Omega?" Wyatt held out his hand to Harper, trying to confirm her physical state.
He had no doubt that his senses were not mistaken, but why did Harper look as if she had no sense of mate bond at all and said she was Omega herself? There must be something wrong.
"It's none of your business." Harper saw his hand reach for her and instinctively tried to dodge it, finding herself backed into a corner with no way out.