"Are you okay, Alpha? Do you need some medicine?"
Primo turns to look at the Omega with in a hazy daze. He gulps before asking the Omega something that he will regret later.
"I need you to put on some clothes, love."
There is a heavy pause that surrounds them afterwards. Nigel's mind stops processing the information and looks down to the floor.
"Y-y-you don't like it? I wanted to look pretty for you."
He feels his stomach drops as he sees Nigel's face fall. Little arms comes up and wraps around himself, shoulders curling in. He is hiding himself from the Alpha.
Suddenly the Alpha feels like a total bastard. The Omega has feel comfortable enough to wear this in front of him, and he'd just hurt his feelings, made him think that the Alpha doesn't like how he looks.
"No, baby. I'm sorry. It's just… I love way too much that I am trying to control myself."
