Ezra wanted to die.
He wanted to end his life.
After… three whole rounds with Kaelis, he had finally snapped out of his heat, and his mind was starting to function again.
Somehow, near the end of it, he had fallen asleep.
The sleep didn't last long. Ezra kept his eyes closed, feeling his head resting on something soft and warm, a clear difference from the rough, leaf-covered ground.
And he knew they were still in the woods.
Which meant—
He was lying on someone's lap.
Since he was basically naked in the middle of nowhere, there was only one person it could be.
'What have I done?' Ezra thought, feeling mortified. 'I can't believe this is happening again…'
He didn't even want to think about it. Everything had been an accident. Again.
It was because of the cultists.
Because of their pheromones.
Because of everything that happened.
As if that wasn't enough, the cultists knew he was an omega. Ricardo's family had been torn apart.
And now—
