“You can’t leave an omega alone after a traumatic heat. Unless you want him to be crazy?” “But you’re not…” Max frowns. “Um.” Are his eyes working? I’m like a cavewoman after a thaw, brown hair a colony of birds’ nests, covered in patchy scabs, melted fudge, and pillow lines. My pheromones need no further introduction.
You literally stole scalpels from the doctors…. Are they blind
