6
KARMA
Female omegas, it seemed, were really, really odd.
Cute.
But odd.
Right in front of my eyes, her whole expression cracked, lip wobbling before she burst into all out sobs.
I’d never seen a female…anythingsince I’d woken in this place. Well. Possibly a rat or two. Like many alphas here, there was very little before Anarchy when it came to memories.
Phantom was lucky; the only one of us that remembered where he came from. Or… he was unlucky, if you looked at it from a different angle.
So, basically, all of this was new for me.
I lifted her up, pressing her against the shower wall, happy when her legs tangled around my waist instinctively. I nudged her chin up, and it was very hard to ignore how much my instincts wailed at me to fuck her rightthis instant. It happened every time my skin met hers.
Goddamn, she was touch starved.
How had that happened with an omega this alluring???
Anyway, what was it she’d said—corruptme?
I snorted.
With fresh blood circling the drain at our feet?
“Moonlight,” I told her. “I’d let you corrupt me any day of the week.”
Truest thing I’d ever said. Especially with those pretty eyes of liquid gold trying to reach into my soul.
Unfortunately, that didn’t help. Instead, her lip wobbled harder, and she let out a wail, arms winding around my neck as she buried her face in the crook of my shoulder.
Oh dear.
I frowned. I needed Sin or Phantom to untangle this.
Fucking her, I wasprettysure, wasn’t the fix, though my hindbrain disagreed entirely. Thus, I was out of solutions.
So instead, I pried her free and set her back down. Then I removed the hair tie so her gorgeous hair fell loosely down her back, lathered shampoo in my hands, and gave her a head massage.
She was so small and adorable.
She didn’t fight me, instead just sniffling softly, a very confounded look in her eyes whenever she shot me glances. After a while (when we’d moved onto the conditioner, and her hair was silky smooth), her distress died down a little.
Seems I’d done something right.
I swelled with pride at that.
Ha.
Maybe I didn’t need them.
I think she was into me, too, from the way her gaze kept tracing my abs. I swear her hand lifted for a moment, as if she were reaching out to me.
“You can touch,” I told her.