Almila
"I accept your offer."
I didn't know whether I had done the right thing or the wrong one, but a voice inside me was telling me that I needed to accept what he was offering.
In these past few days, I had heard enough to understand that his relationship with his family was far from good. The way he said I could use him made me think he was acting as if he didn't already know what I intended to do to them.
He had made this offer despite knowing what I might do, to them, even to him. Or perhaps I had simply fallen under his spell.
The scent of his pheromones, sweet enough to make the bridge of my nose ache pleasantly, was telling me that my entire body should belong to him. I should have him, and he should have me.
Maybe I had grown sensitive after being exposed to an omega's heat pheromones for days, I didn't know.
Everything I questioned myself now remained unanswered.
