As Zahir’s grip weakened, Cesare took it as consent and unbuttoned the white shirt further.
Cesare revealed Zahir’s skin, noting its delicate smoothness.
As Cesare’s gaze landed on the neck and collarbone, Zahir tensed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Zahir’s gaze hardened as he looked up, but Cesare pushed the shirt aside.
At the end of Zahir’s left collarbone, a distinct flower-like imprint became visible, instantly recognizable to any Alpha or Omega.
Cesare narrowed his eyes.
“It’s incredibly small.”
“It means you haven’t accepted me with your heart yet.”
Cesare finally met his stare.
The closer the mental bond between an Alpha and Omega, the mark becomes both larger and more pronounced.
So, Cesare had to ask.
“And you? Have you accepted me with your heart?”
“...Cesare.”
Zahir struggled to respond to the unexpected question.
A flicker of irritation crossed Cesare’s eyes.
