I soaked in the steaming tub, hot water lapping soothing at my milky white skin, seeping deep into weary bones and tense muscles—sighing long and content as dialysis loomed later for this day, faint lavender bubbles popping around my curves, emerald eyes half-lidded in rare bliss.
Loose raven waves floated damp and heavy around my shoulders like dark silk, steam curling lazy in the marble bathroom's golden light.
I am an omega, and I still can't believe that. But I am happy that I am not a eunuch. I guess, whatever that was coming out of my pussy was real. Then again, this would explain why there was a constant heat in my core whenever I was near the alphas, especially the ones that I know of.
