Little Omega's Obsession
With only a few tattered pieces remaining to cover her waist and nipples, she felt as if she were practically naked.
Meanwhile, Rowan was staring.
And it certainly wasn't at the Moon Crest in her hand.
His gaze first landed on her bleeding hand, and then his eyes roamed over her exposed skin, taking in the bruises and marks that were taking far too long to heal because she was an Omega. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and he struggled with his emotions as his gaze repeatedly returned to her perky nipples peeking through the remnants of her shirt and the astonishing curve of her waist.