"Your Highness, it's tough to find a doctor at this time with the storm. Jeniva is an omega. Maybe she's in heat and passed out from the strain," Evan's voice crackled over the phone.
Dominick rubbed the top of his left eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow outside the window. "I never heard of that, passing out like this," he whispered, his voice laced with skepticism.
"She must be a submissive omega," Evan added. "I shouldn't be suggesting this, but you can share your slight warmth with her. I mean, your pheromones. That's the only way to help her recover quickly. Else, if you want to wait, then please do till the evening. I'll be there with a doctor by then."
Dominick furrowed his brows and hummed in a nonchalant tone before hanging up. He hated the idea. To him, sharing pheromones was an intimate, soul-binding act, something he had vowed never to do again after the wreckage of his past. Yet, looking at her pale, still face, he couldn't play the stone-hearted man.
