Omega Hunted
"Shut the fuck up, Ollie!"
Oliver laughed, but then his expression softened, his gaze turning analytical as he looked at me. "But seriously, Theo. You said you went to the Cupid Den to find an Omega to fix yourself?"
"Yeah," I sighed, my voice suddenly heavy. "And nothing happened. The Omega was perfect, vanilla scent, totally willing. But I was completely cold. My body wouldn't even register him."
Oliver went quiet, his playful demeanor vanishing. He sat cross-legged on the mattress, chewing on his bottom lip. "An Alpha's body doesn't just reject Omegas, Theo. Not unless... oh. Oh, no."