Part 12

The Alpha's second gift was a brown jacket, which had a pretty detailing of the dark brown zipper, heavy and fluffy in my hands. If I hadn't recognised it immediately as a jacket Axel had worn on the first day, I'd have recognised it from the thick scent clinging to its fabric–so strong that I could practically smell it through the distance.

He hovered above, waiting for me to try on, standing with his hips cocked and brow arched. I sank on the couch, gripping the material in between my hands. My cheeks flamed as I thought of the marks on my arms, especially the nails marks from my aunt and my cousin.

What would he think? He may despise me even more. It's natural Alphas do not accept a single mark on their omega except the one given by them. Judging by his views, Axel won't be different at all.