LunaticPessimist

"""You're my Omega, aren't you?"" He's going to get married, obviously has his own mate, but he won't let me go! I looked at his blue eyes. They're enchanting. It's like as if they're telling me to submit to him. ""Say it."" He puts his thumb on my lower lip. ""I—I'm..."" He smirked. I have to stop this. It you won't let me go, then I'm going to have to choose a much harsher way out. ""I'm..."" Sorry, Drake. I grabbed the small syringe that I was hiding in between my legs. ""I'm not your Omega!"" and I stabbed the poison at the back of his neck with gritted teeth... I was finally able to leave!"