Nine

RAZE

“Come, sit.” I beckon to the girl I have been waiting for for so long now in the dining hall of my private home. Her Amber eyes dart across the room, uncertainty dancing inside of them. I watch as she grips the ends of the dress she is wearing tightly, enough to make her knuckles turn ash white against the red material.

I want to stand and go to her myself, bring her to sit with me but I know better. She is terrified. It is still there in her eyes and I’m afraid I’d scare her even more as I remember how she flinches at my touch.

This is a new one. This feeling of wanting someone to feel something else other than fear for me but it is something expected of an Omega. Submission and fear is a part of them.

It is why Alpha Males like me are drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Just like I am now.

I am freaking drawn to everything about the omega in front of me. Being battered and covered in bruises earlier didn’t make her any less attractive but now that she’s dressed in the re