Ivory tilted her head curious, dark eyes narrowing playful yet piercing—chili-edged pheromones curling subtle like smoke. "So, you aren't an omega?"
Why does she think that I am an omega? Not just her, many others think too.
I straightened quick on the velvet sofa, messy bun slipping further loose with stray tendrils framing my flushed face, emerald stare locking hers defiant and unyielding. "I am an alpha. Why are you asking that?"
Can you see that? I am confident about my gender. There is no way you can know that I am a eunuch.
"Just like that," she shrugged smooth and casual, full lips twitching amused at the corners—her chili-laced pheromones spiking faint but insistent, teasing my heightened senses like a dare.
"You seem to have a motive," I pressed harder, voice edged wary and sharp, rubbing my kissed knuckles restless against my thigh.
