"I was thinking about how to kill you."

Unable to resist Caesar's invitation, Lola's legs had utterly lost strength following the recent excessive fright. Like cooked noodles, soft and round, her limbs seemed to be inundated with hot water, the ligaments, and bones soaked to tenderness.

Temporarily marked, her heat finally found brief respite.

Due to her physical constitution, Lola enjoyed a short reprieve after Caesar's transient marking. The pheromone illusion allowed her body to secrete hormones normally. Still, once the pheromones faded and metabolized, her heat would persist—without an Alpha's aid, it would be even more unbearable than before.

However, the previous night's events would not recur for at least the next two days. An Omega's heat would typically last seven days, and Laura was still determining if she could endure that long.

She hoped she could hold on longer, as Caesar seemed challenging to deal with.

Caesar had no intention of treating Laura with such cruelty—she wasn't suited for it.

He had interrog