The Alpha King's Pregnant Omega
His inner omega stirred, yearning for the alpha who had claimed a piece of his soul.
Kael stood by the large stone hearth, firelight dancing across his broad, muscular chest. At twenty-nine, the Alpha King was the embodiment of Shadowfang’s might — tall, powerful, and radiating an aura of dominance that made lesser wolves submit without a word. His golden eyes glowed with barely contained desire as they fixed on Cassian.
“You’re late, little omega,” Kael said, his deep voice sending pleasant shivers down Cassian’s spine.
“The guards changed their patrol routes tonight,” Cassian replied softly, stepping further into the room. “I had to be careful.”