Lucius's POV:
Her body was softer than the other alpha females I had encountered, and it disturbed me in ways I couldn't fully understand. Every small reaction she made when I touched her, every soft sound that escaped her lips as I kissed her neck—it all drove me insane. There was a part of me, something dark and possessive, that craved more of those reactions, more of the way she melted under my hands.
Not just physically softer — but reactive. Sensitive. Every shift of my hand, every breath against her skin, every inch I closed between us pulled something out of her. Small sounds. Sharp inhales. Tiny tremors that ran through her frame like electricity.
And I noticed all of it.
I shouldn't have.
I didn't want to.
But I did.
My fingers tightened at her waist, and she responded — arching slightly despite herself. Her breath hitched again when my mouth brushed the side of her neck.
The sound went straight to my spine.
It shouldn't have mattered.
She was just an omega.
