Omega Bound
Standing tall in the uniform, the youngest packs Alpha in history.
Eyes as cold as winter, beside him stood Rhea, Radiant, perfect and Victorious.
Ronan stared at the screen like it had punched a hole through his chest. Now, as an Omega, all his emotions are written on his face.
“He looks, “ his voice fading. “Different.”
I didn't answer because the man on that screen barely resembled the boy we had known.
The warmth was gone, and the reckless grin and stubborn devotion had all been washed away.
Rhea made my heart ache as I looked at her.