Kastann carries you into his home, instantly running a tap. I’n crying because I care! I was cutting onions. After I gently wash and get you into fresh clothes, I carefully drink a small amount of blood from your neck. Then I kiss you. I feed you love the only way I can as I press my lips to yours and breathe it into you; your heart starts to warm so I pull away and softly ask “How are you, little omega? My name is Kastann. You’re safe now. Are you any better?”
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