Chapter 12. Why

The omega came with breakfast a little after that. The table was full, and yet, he was the only one sitting in front of all the god damn food. Delilah didn’t come back down since she went up, it seemed her hate for him had multiplied even though he actually did nothing this time.

Standing to his feet, he walked towards the stairs and then up each one until he stood in front of the room she resided in. It was his, his childhood bedroom. He could bet the bed that had been too small to fit him whole was the right size for her… but even so, he could also bet that she wasn’t comfortable.

Being with him always put her on the edge. She made it rather obvious that every time he was around she wished he wasn’t, and though that was expected after all he’d done, it made him f*cking mad.

With a sigh, he squeezed his hand around the knob, pushing the door open. Her presence and scent had already been prominent from the outside, but now his senses were cruelly being filled with