[NOUR]
"Ferhat… help me, please," Nour whispered to no one as he lay on the bed. He had tried to be a good mate, to be the man that was worthy of Grant. He had been a good omega and yet all he ever got was an assault.
He wasn't even sure whether Ferhat would do what he wanted, but he hoped that the man would. Nour was broken and lost. He had been taking omega pills for the past four months since Grant had come from the mission with Alanor.
Those pills made him weak and even worse; they made him smell and act like an omega. It was a tiring thing for Nour, but he loved Grant that much. He had only ever wanted to be loved, to be held but that wasn't going to happen.
At least here, lying in the mix of Grant's cum, sweat, and his own blood, Nour knew that.
"Young master, are you there?" Ferhat knocked on the back door to Grant's house because he didn't want to be seen when Grant had already gone to the palace to meet with the king.
