So pretty [M]

He is so pretty. Too pretty.

And he is mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

The word won't stop echoing in my mind. It's like a drumbeat, an undeniable rhythm vibrating through my body, anchoring itself into the core of my being.

This omega—my omega—belongs to me.

I don't know who I am anymore. I barely remember my own name, my own past. None of it matters. Nothing in this world matters except him.

I have never felt this out of control before. Never in my entire life have I been so utterly consumed by instinct. Even my worst rut wasn't this bad.

But this?This is different.

This is beyond anything I've ever experienced before.

It's primal.

It's raw, desperate, overwhelming—like a fire burning inside me, eating me alive, searing away all reason.

The carriage ride here was unbearable. Every second I spent next to him, with his scent clouding my senses, was a slow, torturous death.