Taesan's POV
Those damn eyes.
The thief's hands hold on to the loose end of my shirt again despite being roared at, I see it in his eyes that he fears me, he's afraid of me but he loves the kids he doesn't know even more.
A true omega, one willing to die for a harmless pup, one made to love…one that I shouldn't be claiming the way I am.
"Please…" he whispers, and my eyes roam his features, I've seen them before, but now…in silent defiance he looks so fucking…beautiful.
Those wide expressive eyes, his small button-like nose, his perfectly shaped lips…the mouth that is quick to speak without thinking and the tongue that is quick to apologize.
"I'm not going to hurt them" I hear myself telling him, it's my fucking alpha reassuring him, I don't know why the relief on the omega's face matters to me, but it does.
Shit.
