An absolute waste of time.
Dron huffed as he paced back and forth in the small testing room. He was ready to get out of there.
It had been a long while since the frustrating woman had left the space. Dron couldn't understand what was taking so long. Usually if the omega hadn't chosen to test Dron's body, he was let out of the room the minute they were whisked away to safety.
Dron closed his eyes and couldn't stop the fleeting memory of the feel of the woman's hip under his hand. He probably would get in trouble for that. He wasn't supposed to touch the omegas unless he was explicitly asked.
Is that what she was saying? He groaned at the memory of the woman speaking in her foreign tongue. How he wished he could've pulled her closer.
The second the thought filled his mind, he squeezed his hands together tightly. He wouldn't allow that woman to take the last thing he had to himself. His mind.
Just thinking about her seemed to drive him mad.
