All Chapters of Mark Me, Little Omega : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Piper He claimed this was the first time he had met me, and yet he said things like that as though they were the most natural words in the world. As though promising to fight fate on my behalf was a completely reasonable thing to say to someone he barely knew.I didn’t understand what game he was playing. Frankly, I didn’t want to understand. My brain was already at maximum capacity trying to process the fact that my one-night stand was now my stepbrother."It was really my fault," I said, forcing myself to look directly into his terrifyingly handsome face. "I will make sure to be careful the next time I walk on slippery floors."Dominic looked back at me for a moment. His green eyes narrowed slightly, studying me like a predator deciding whether to swallow a bird whole or keep it as a pet. I held my breath, praying my face wasn't betraying the chaos happening in my head. Finally, the dangerous glint in his eyes calmed down.He stepped back, casually slipping his hands into his pocke

Piper“I want everything from here to here.”If I had heard those words from anyone else, in any normal context, I would have thought, Wow, must be nice to be that wealthy. I would have assumed they were pointing at a single clothing rack, maybe a display shelf of designer handbags, or at the absolute most, buying out two or three high-end shelves. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that those words meant five whole stores at once.Five freaking shops standing in a perfect, glittering line.I stood there, completely paralyzed, realizing that this was exactly what Mrs. Calder had meant. My jaw dropped so low I was surprised it didn't hit the polished marble floor of the luxury mall. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull as I stared blankly at the massive storefronts, before slowly turning my head to look at Mrs. Calder.She was standing there with a proud, beaming smile on her face, looking entirely pleased with herself. Standing right beside us, the fiv

Piper A sharp knock on the wood made me freeze mid-thought, the image of Dominic instantly shattering in my mind."Can I come in to take a look, Piper?" Mrs. Calder’s voice called out from behind the curtain. "I want to see how it looks on you."I glanced down at the crimson lace, my hands instinctively smoothing over the fabric before I gave a small nod. "Yes, Mrs. Calder. You can come in."The curtain swept open, and the moment Mrs. Calder stepped into the small changing room and saw me, her eyes went wide. A genuine smile immediately took over her face."Oh, my Goddess," she breathed out, her hands coming up to her cheeks. "This looks so good on you, Piper! You look absolutely beautiful."I offered her a nervous smile, my hands flying up to wrap around my arms as if that could somehow shield the bare skin of my shoulders. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice laced with hesitation. "This seems so open."Mrs. Calder shook her head firmly, dismissive of my worries. "This definitely does

PiperThe entire store went completely silent. It was as if everyone stopped breathing at the exact same moment, the sharp, echoing ring of the slap still hanging in the air. No one moved. The cashiers, the store managers, and the wealthy customers shopping in the background all froze in place, staring at us with wide eyes.I stood there, paralyzed. I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't expect Mrs. Calder to take my side, and I definitely didn't expect a powerful Luna to slap someone across the face just for me.All my life, people always treated me like I was no one, and I learned early on that I should never expect anything from someone. There were exceptions, though. For example, Charlie and his mother treated me kindly. Charlie's mother treated me like her own daughter, but there were times where she couldn't openly act nice in front of me in public. No matter which pack I go to, omegas are always treated like dirt, and some people expect everyone to treat them that way. So eve

PiperIt felt hot, like my body was on fire and burning from the inside out. Flames coursed through my veins, making my skin flush as the heat concentrated in the space between my legs. The thick wetness pooled around my thighs until it ran down my legs, the sensation making me squirm against the sheets as I tried to escape the friction. Every breath I took felt like torture, my throat dry and parched from fever. It was terrifying and good at the same time, scary because the temperature was rising past my control, but good because a primal part of my mind knew there was a solution. If I accepted that solution, the fire would stop. I would find relief, and the burning ache would finally disappear. But that wasn't even the main problem keeping my mind in a frantic state. The real issue was what would happen afterward if I actually gave in. If I accept the solution this time, does that mean I have to do that exact thing every single time I feel this way? Must I sleep with my brother be