Alpha's Little Omega
If that’s not true, then how much of the rest of my life is a lie?
“You’re an imbecile,” says Rossi, his voice conversational and even.
It takes a second for the insult to register with Randy. “What the hell—”
“The contract is no good unless signed by a blood relative or his Alpha.”
Rossi looks Randy up and down. “Apparently, by your own admission, you are neither.” Then he chuckles, turning his attention to me. “That makes you a lone wolf in my territory.”
“A lone wolf who has free passage,” I blurt out, trying to remember what else Remy and Julian told me about my omega rights or whatever. “You can’t—”
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