That fateful night, you felt a strange restlessness and hellish pain all over your body, especially on your face. You knew right away that something was wrong with your omega.

When you realized what had happened, you were already in the hospital. Although you were Victoria's mate, you were not allowed to see her in the first hours and even days, although the doctors knew perfectly well that omega would recover faster if they was surrounded by the pheromones of their alpha. You were on edge, making sure that no one else entered your girl's room.

Her face was disfigured. Your heart ached every time you looked at her. But it hurt you even more to see the despair and fear that were in Vicky's only good eye. She distanced herself from you, she didn't want you to see her like this, she was afraid that you would give up on her. And it would be better to refuse. After what happened at the studio with Monica, you were finally allowed to see Vicky, although now she was a patient in a psychiatric hospital. You went into her room in sterile clothes and a medical gown. She knew you were here, she felt it.

Her inner omega wanted to rush into your arms in search of comfort and support of her alpha, but she restrained herself. Instead, the girl instinctively clamped her hand over her damaged scent gland. She no longer had a scent. Not anymore.