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The Beta crowded over me immediately, anchoring his hands on either side of my head as he resumed his heavy, punishing pace. The woman beneath the Alpha turned her head, her flushed, sweat-sheened face inches from mine. Her dazed, blown-out eyes locked onto my shaking form, tracking the frantic movement of the Beta sliding in and out of me. A dark, wicked look crossed her features, and she slowly licked her wet lips, entirely turned on by the chaotic display. Seeing her expression, I reached out with a trembling hand, gripping her shoulder. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into my space, pulling me closer until our lips met in a deep, wet kiss.

Omega mistakes are not forgiven. But then I remember. I am Camille, an Omega, yes, but one who knows her place. One who cannot refuse an Alpha, especially not Théo. My claws retract slowly, my hands trembling. I step forward and pull the door open. And my wolf nearly explodes. Théo. Right there. His golden eyes half-closed, lips parted, hair messy, shirt loose and wrinkled from the night. He smells of alcohol, sweat, and something raw—something Alpha. The room feels smaller with him in it. He steps inside before I can think, before I can speak. My heart races, pounding like a drum in my chest.

But others were drawn to Walter's confidence and charisma, and they stepped forward to stand by his side. Pamela watched from the sidelines, her heart racing with excitement. She knew that Walter's plan was working, and that he was well on his way to becoming the new Alpha. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that she had manipulated him into this position. But she quickly pushed that feeling aside, reminding herself that it was all for the good of her own pack. As the other wolves continued to gather around Walter, the Alpha stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He had never expected anyone to challenge his leadership, and he certainly had never expected Wa

It was a magnet, and she was the metal, irresistibly drawn to them. But still, she fought it. She had to. They were Alphas, and she was just an omega. She couldn’t let herself be consumed by this - no matter how badly her body, her wolf, wanted it.

The wolf barked letting out another terrifying growl causing Haris to cling to me. And almost immediately, the other wolves followed suit, their growls echoed within the forest and moving to protect their Alpha. From their midst I could see another brown wolf walk to the alpha, it was a she-wolf. My heart broke as she touched her snout to him pushing him further away from me and as she did that, his eyes that were locked on me moved to her direction causing ache to already broken heart. I could see them having a minute interaction before he let out a howl and leapt into the thickets.

He was always beside me, ever since I became the Alpha. "Do you feel a bond with anyone, Jasper?" "I did feel a sensation when I woke up," he said, looking at me with a smile on his face. "Why do I feel like you are not talking about something relating to mating?" "What are you insinuating, Alexander?" We both burst into laughter. Even if he was my beta, he had always called me by my name. He was the only one permitted to call me without saying "Alpha.". We were the best of friends through the lowest of lows. We didn't have wealthy parents. My father had died during the last war between another pack, while Jasper was an orphan.

She sighed and her head fell back against the rim of the tub as she allowed his touch do its thing on her body—send a wave of sensation no amount of tingling could match up to. There was also something about her vulnerability that made her turn into a rose in his eyes. All he could see at times like this were six soft petals, longing to be nurtured… to bloom. His hands explored her body with tenderness, reacquainting themselves with every curve and valley he'd come to adore. Her fingers, in turn, danced down his chest, tracing the scars that were the only witnesses of his past battles… of being a respected Alpha. Each mark was a story they were beginning to learn together as River loved ever

I said, without even looking up at her. “Well, we are meant to be wedding planning this afternoon.” She said, folding her arms and tapping her high heel on the marble floor. “I will be there if I can. Being the Alpha is not just a fucking title. I have a job to do.” I said through gritted teeth. “Why are you talking to me like that?” Penelope asked. “You know exactly why I am talking to you like that.” I said. “Oh, is this because of that pathetic omega? Oh my goddess, Logan. I know that it was a mistake. She bewitched you somehow. I have forgiven you.” She said, walking over to my desk. And I looked up at her.

When I pulled them back out, they were slick with my pussy wetness. “Damn it! I usually only had wet dreams when I was close to my heat or in my heat. But about Damon? This… was a first. I couldn’t believe it. I hate Damon. I hate everything about him. I can’t even stand him being near me. So why the fuck did I just have a wet dream about him? Damon was an Alpha. I was an Omega. Living in the same house with him was a biological nightmare. I tried to stay away, but he was always there, leaking his damn pheromones, filling the house with that stupid, irresistible scent.

"I am a wolf who chose, I chose Luca, I chose this pack.” “I chose to stand and fight when everything in me wanted to run." I thought of Luca, asleep in our cabin, trusting me to come back. "I don't know how to be a perfect Alpha." I admitted. "I don't know the old ways or the proper rituals or the thousand small rules Cain used to control you.” “But I know how to protect, I know how to fight for what matters. I know how to love someone so completely that nothing else matters." The stone pulsed twice. "I'm not asking to be your Alpha because I deserve it." I said. "I'm asking because I'll spend every day trying to be worthy of it.”