Omega Bound
his voice dipped into something darker, pushing me back on the bed as he took off his jacket.
As my fingers curl against the mattress, my chest rises and falls unevenly. “ He won't mark me,” I whispers as he lays on me.
Magnus eyes darken, “oh , he will,”
“And if he doesn’t?”
Magnus shrugs lazily. “We'll make him then.”
“Or should we end it and tell the council about a little girl who suggested removing the first male Omega in 100 years from existence.”
The room goes cold.
I shook my head violently.