"Finally," his mother said, standing. Her voice carried the commanding tone Daniel had grown up with. "We need to talk."
Daniel ran a hand through his hair, his exhaustion evident. "What now, Mother?" he muttered, already dreading the conversation.
His mother stepped forward, her expression stern. "What now? You're running around like a headless chicken while everything crumbles around you. It's time you took control of your life." She gestured towards Lola, who perked up at the mention of her name. "You have an omega now, Daniel. It's time you accepted that and moved forward."
Daniel's eyes flicked to Lola, who smiled at him as if nothing was amiss. Her carefree demeanor grated on his nerves, a stark contrast to the chaos consuming his life. "I didn't choose this," he said through gritted teeth.
