“My hair changed color, and my eyes already turned mismatched,” I pronounced in a leisurely and husky tone while burrowing into Wyatt’s embrace.
My hand unconsciously gripped a strand of my hair, and I sighed before letting go.
After hours of sleeping and resting, I woke up and stared into the mirror to discover that my right eye had completely turned golden and my hair was now half-golden and half-silver. My eyes and hair are now completely mismatched.
Moreover, I could feel a more powerful surge of power coursing through me, which is miles different from the past.
Definitely, the thing about the mate bond was right. If Oswald and I didn’t get together, then I would have lost a part of me forever.
The more everything ensued, the more it made me wonder about my identity. Am I just an ordinary omega like I thought, or does my identity trail deeper than this…