Kain Locke
His Omega? What the hell is he talking about? My whole body tensed as I took a step back, instincts screaming at me to put some distance between us.
"It's only for tonight. Don't get over yourself." He shrugged, walking past me, narrowly missing my shoulder as he moved.
I watched as he went to his watch collection, picked out an expensive Rolex, and strapped it around his wrist like he was getting ready for something important. Then, without sparing me a glance, he walked back to his wardrobe.
He effortlessly pulled out a bag, a white shopping bag precisely. Before I could even ask, he tossed it to me. "Change into this." He ordered.
I caught it instinctually, frowning. "What is this?" I questioned switching glances between him and the bag.
"Clothes," he said, like it was obvious.
I opened the bag, pulling out a neatly folded outfit. My brows furrowed. "Are we going somewhere?"
