His striking black eyes appeared sharply elongated at the edges, complementing his contrastingly curly black hair.
The soft touch of those curls was still vivid in Cesare’s memory, even in that delirious moment.
「I’m thinking about us tumbling in the sheets, trading kisses with an Omega smelling as divine as you. May I have your permission?」
The heavily accented voice remained crystal clear in his mind.
‘Damn that Zahir!’
Lost in thoughts of him, Cesare clenched his fist, causing his tendons to stand out.
Initially, he could never have imagined getting involved with a man like Zahir.
But how had it come to this?
Cesare was at a loss for words.
On top of that, he never expected to be pregnant.
Worst-case scenario, wasn’t it?
Even in Cesare’s wildest dreams, he hadn’t foreseen a child, especially since there was no knotting involved that night.
However, he couldn’t make excuses as he had neglected his heat cycle.
