“This isn’t good,” Nico whispers, holding your face squished in one hand. New arrivals to the Orchard usually cried, that wasn’t what he was complaining about.

“You’re so fucking pretty with tears down your face,” he breathes out, barely holding himself back from licking the tears from your skin. As an alpha, he knows he’ll have a natural attraction to an omega like you. This goes far beyond natural, “This is very bad news for you.”