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Booktok girlies have a love-hate relationship with this scene from Andorra Sector: “Katriana,” I whispered, wrapping my palm around the back of her neck. She felt cold beneath my touch. I drew my thumb up and down the column of her neck, noting her slow pulse. It was like she’d fallen into a catatonic state. F’ck. How had this happened? I’d only meant to give her some time and space while I worked out how to offer her the choice she desired. That had clearly backfired. I gathered her into my arms, lifting her off the ground to hold her in a similar manner to how Jonas had held Riley. A rumble started in my chest, one meant to soothe, but it did nothing for her lifeless form. She merely lay against me, her head on my shoulder, her arms limp across her abdomen. “Let’s go to your nest,” I suggested, walking toward her room and freezing on the entryway. My lips parted at the destruction in the room. “You…” I swallowed, my voice failing me. She destroyed it, I marveled, shocked. Omegas needed a nest to feel safe. Pregnant Omegas even more so. To demolish her safe haven… “Oh, Katriana…” My chest constricted even as my rumble intensified, needing to give her everything I could to help pull her out of this state. I didn’t even understand how this happened. How had my feisty female fallen to this point? “Smelled wrong,” she muttered, her voice breaking my heart. I pressed my lips to her temple, holding her tighter. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I had no idea.” But I should have known, or at least anticipated it. Pregnant Omegas needed their Alpha to feel secure. And I’d abandoned her. No intention on my part could forgive my absence. Just as no amount of apologizing would improve this situation. No, she needed something else from me. Comfort and strength. I walked away from her room, taking her to mine instead. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said softly, rumbling steadily in my chest. “We’ll build a new nest. A proper one.” Then she would feel better. I hoped. Find out what happens here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081GB5R7Y/
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