Zethar;
I swear, Elian is going to give Zephan and me heart attacks before this pregnancy reaches month two.
He's pregnant and almost matches the speed of a shot arrow. Aren't pregnant people supposed to be… calm?? Gentle??
But no! This Omega of mine seems to be retribution for all the people I've ever troubled!!
By the time we reach the entrance hall, he's already with Alana, bouncing excitedly like a puppy about to get a snack.
I should shout at him to slow down—he is pregnant, for Light's sake—but the words leave my mind the moment I see the girl standing beside Alana.
I stop walking.
Cold travels down my spine like a warning whisper, and immediately, I don't like it.
What is it that I hate? I don't know. But I hate this feeling.
Who… is that?
She's small. Grey Rabbit ears drooping, shoulders hunched inward, eyes lowered like she's afraid of her own shadow.
But something in my chest pulls tight as I watch her.
