Little Omega's Obsession
Hell if he knows.
His fingers brush against her cheek, turned to the side, and she whimpers, murmuring something incoherent. Her skin radiates warmth, and he instinctively draws his hand back.
She shifts slightly, and he notices the sweat matting her pale hair, causing it to cling to her skin. Her luxurious dark lashes flutter open, revealing captivating violet eyes that gaze back at him, glassy. Her full brows knit together, and her lips, enticing despite their pale hue, part as she whispers, "I'm sorry, Mother. I'll never leave again."