Markus was sitting in a little cafe, drinking hot chocolate and eating a piece of chocolate pie. He was small and petite, and he looked weak through and through. He was weak too, a small and weak omega. But he was obviously bonded, from the mixed scent that came from him to the bonding marks on his neck he couldn’t really hide. They looked rather painful, and like his alpha had tried to make sure he couldn’t hide he was bonded.
He was alone though. He had come here alone, and intended to stay alone. At least he would like to be alone, since he felt safer that way.
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