Omega Hunted
I closed my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths until the phantom scent of the General stopped screaming in my mind.
When I finally calmed down, I opened my eyes.
"The fuck!" I shrieked, jumping back so hard my spine cracked against the wood of the door.
Lying flat on my bed, propped up on his elbows with his chin resting in his hands, was Oliver.
He was a pretty, petite Omega with a head of messy curls and pretty blue eyes, and he was currently looking at me like I was a highly entertaining holovid.
"You really need to lock your balcony doors, Theo," Oliver said, kicking his feet back and forth. "It is way too easy to climb up here."