[ 37 ] Trap

Louise shot up from the bed and hurriedly roamed his eyes around the room.

He sighed in relief when he realized that he had broken free from the nightmare. 

He felt pain in his body, like he had run into a truck.

Suddenly, he flinched at a sudden realization. He hurriedly looked for a mirror and dashed towards it.

He wanted to check the condition of his neck but didn't want to see it with his own eyes. Itfeels bad to know that you are marked by a bastard.

He tried to open his eyes and look at it, but he still didn't have the courage to do so. He had closed his eyes tightly, as if refusing to express it with his own eyes.

He took a deep breath before finally opening his eyes and carefully looking at his neck.

He needed to check the damage. He would have to scrape his skin off without damaging his glands much, or he would become a useless Omega.