Alpha Victor and His Omega
Victor says acidly, “Coming from you.”
Harry sighs. “First, I don’t have a mate unless you count Edward. Second, I’ve evolved.”
Victor steps into the circle, rolling up his sleeves, ready to right an imagined slight. “Fight me, old man.”
Harry takes a deep breath, eyes turning liquid black. For a moment, Victor swears he can smell a hint of the Alpha’s old scent, impossible as that may be, of ink and fear. The Cold Wolf steps inside the ring, claws shooting out.
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