[ she looks down, eye level, at his chest. she'd been ready to brawl with him five minutes ago, made sure he couldn't look away from her. now the last thing she wants to do is see that sympathetic clear ocean blue staring down at her.
she may be broken, but she doesn't want fixing. ]
We'd only wreck everything we have. [ her voice is gravelly, forcing back any dampness. ] If you're going to choose an omega, it can't be me. I'm notβ I'm not right.
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she may be broken, but she doesn't want fixing. ]
We'd only wreck everything we have. [ her voice is gravelly, forcing back any dampness. ] If you're going to choose an omega, it can't be me. I'm notβ I'm not right.