Bambi's POV
The silence that followed Alpha Dawn's revelation was evident, charged with things I didn't want to hear. We were still in the cabin, the air felt colder now that the heat of the revelation had been replaced by a quiet, gnawing dread. The bond felt like a hot, bruised band around my soul, connecting me to the man standing before me.
I traced the fresh, angry mark on my neck with a trembling fingertip, the mark of his claim. It was an involuntary gesture, and a physical acknowledgment of the power he held over me.
"So, you know I was an Omega?" I asked, the words barely a rasp in the large and echoing space of the room. My voice still had a terrible wobble, like a scared child's.
His dark eyes, appearing like the color of wet earth at midnight, held my gaze. They were impossible to read, neither cruel nor kind, just... absolute.
"Yes," he confirmed, the single syllable presenting itself like a statement of knowing fact. "I knew."
