Breed me, Break me, Alphas
Wealth writesbreed me, break me, alphas.breed me, daddy alphaalpha's broken mateenchanted by the alpha
But I will adjust to her absence—to the absence of her scent, to the absence of her angelic face, to the absence of that sinful body and that pink, tight, ever-dripping pussy.
I slammed my fists on the bar counter, hating myself more than anything else.
Fucking Magnus… how did it get to this?
How did you fall in love with an Omega you were only supposed to bed? They were called Omegas for a reason, and this was just one of them.
This had just proved one of the werewolf hierarchy laws: there would never be any relationship between an Omega and an Alpha other than her being the Alpha’s slut. They were worlds apart from each other and truly never meant for something more.