Quinlan's bathroom was the size of Luna Kaida's entire bedroom. And some more. His closet was just as large.
What could someone like that want with someone like me? I had nothing to offer. And it couldn't have been sex because I was an Omega, and they had made it very clear when the redhead, Mercer, said I reeked worse than any Omega that he'd had the displeasure of being around that they sure as hell didn't like me like that.
So, what was it?
I fidgeted, even as I wore the clothes that had been set out for me. There were two sets and I didn't bother touching the one on the left. It looked far too expensive to be given to me.
The ones I pulled on were simple, though, they still felt way too luxurious to be homewear. A baggy shirt and slacks that smelled faintly of perfume and that addictive scent all Lycans had. They clearly belonged to Quinlan.
