Three months had passed since Limo left the hospital, and although he and Moying still worked in the same company, they had barely managed to return to the relationship they once had.
They were not openly hostile toward each other, but the distance between them had become impossible to ignore. Limo had stopped trying to force things back to normal, he had finally accepted that Moying needed time, even though the distance reminded him of how much his decision had damaged their relationship.
His body had also remained unchanged. Despite the drug he had taken, he was still an Alpha, and after everything he had gone through, he no longer knew whether he should feel relieved or disappointed about that result.
At least one thing had become clearer during those three months: he could no longer build his entire future around the possibility of becoming an Omega.
