Devastated to face his bitter reality, Kylian somehow managed to run out of Zenith's room, with his staggering and stumbling steps. Even though he managed to put on his clothes back, he looked completely disheveled.
While running away, he tried to tuck his shirt close around his collar to hide the red hickeys Zenith had left on his fair white neck. Besides, whenever his shirt grazed against his swollen nipples, he felt sharp stung every time making him squirm.
'Fuck that bastard…How could he leave his marks everywhere on my body? Did he treat me as some kind of woman? Just…Just because I transitioned into an omega? How dare he…' Kylian couldn't help scowling at Zenith inside his mind, deeply irked by his condition.
