Marked For Ruin
The words came out not as a calm question, but as a low, guttural growl, rough and torn from the throat of the beast he was wrestling.
"Are you sure, little omega?" he rasped, his voice a raw thing of power and barely contained need. "Is this what you want?"
His voice, a rough, guttural growl, was not a sound to be analyzed. It was a sound to be answered. It vibrated through the air and struck her deep in her core, a primal call from the Alpha King that her Omega soul recognized instantly.
Words were useless, a relic of a rational world she had left far behind. Her body gave the answer for her.
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