WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (REMEMBER NO RAPE, WON'T ADD THAT NO MATTER THE ISSUES)
At the base of the penthouse, in one of the sitting rooms, Daniel laid on a couch, trying to figure out his means of survival here.
He might have been lucky all this while, escaping the hurdles his pheromones caused, but that luck wouldn't always be by his side. A permanent solution needed to be found.
If only there was a way to de-omega him, strip him of his rank, and make him a normal person in New York City—even if that was impossible right now.
Sigh…
He had just released the best rant of his life. The words he said to Adrian back in the room had been buried in his chest, and pouring them out was the most satisfying feeling ever. Look at him now.
Just freaking look at where he was. His injury at this point refused to heal properly, reopening countless times, and the same Adrian pretending to care by cleaning it—only to be the reason it kept reopening again and again.
