Varg's massive, dark brows furrowed slightly, a subtle twitch revealing the momentary confusion beneath his rigid Alpha exterior. His predatory gaze, usually focused on dominating his surroundings, was now inexplicably trapped in the intricate, subtle curve of my lips. A low, vibrating growl started in the deepest part of his chest, a sound that was less of a warning and more of a primary, ancestral challenge.
"Is that so?" he hissed, the words slipping from his mouth like venomous serpents. His voice dropped into a dangerous register that made the crystal flutes on the counter hum with tension.
"And with what weapon, exactly, Vespera? Do you intend to use your unawakened, dead omega spirit to 'suffocate' me? Or perhaps you plan to deploy those freakish, newly discovered inner voices that are echoing inside your head like a madness?"
