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A strangled cry erupted from the Omega as inch by inch he was filled wholly and completely. Ash was rolling his hips, urging Alex deeper before he’d even bottomed out on the first thrust. His fingers buried in the blankets beneath him as he panted the Alpha’s name again and again. Alex arched over him. He slipped one arm behind Ash neck and held himself up on that elbow as he buried his cock deep. Tilting his head, he inhaled Ash scent and offered his own neck. Alpha pheromones emanated heavily from Alex as his body thrilled at being buried inside the tight heat of an Omega.

It seemed the Alpha’s family stayed here alone, unlike many other Alphas that liked to have the Beta and Gamma families residing with them. “ You are His Highness’ omega? ” Loralei asked as we climbed the stairs. I looked around, at the bland grey and white sofa sets in the living room, and only hummed as a reply. “ How many tests have you failed until now? ” She asked another question. “ I don’t know. ” I mumbled. I couldn’t make an enemy out of her by telling her that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to be failing any tests until now.

She decided to ask the first normal questions expected of her in this situation. “Who are you?” she questioned. “And where are you really from? And why would you need my help?” The Alpha raised his head a little but didn’t stand. “I am Alpha Marro of the Southside Moon Pack. This is my mate, Luna Freya.” Emma kept her eyes on them wondering where all this would head and end. Jack and Tyler stood behind her, their hands on their sword in the sheath on their waist as their eyes stayed glued on the two royalty in front of her. “You said you came to ask for my help. What kind of help?”

No matter what happened, because of this revelation, she would fight her way out as she had always done. “Is it just me or our Alpha looks as if he just drank a bitter potion?” The guards ‘whisshed’ and ‘whooshed’, more quietly as they were still within him. “I think it looks worse” “Like a black pot” “Does that tell you anything?” “Nothing, other than he might have had his eyes on the poor girl” “Now, who was so sure about her leaving with her head intact?” “Has the Alpha's taste regressed?” Muffled snorts and laughter arose between them.

He left a bright red mark from sucking on it, and Winter refused to heal it. The silly wolf proudly puffed his chest out when he saw the mark in the mirror. It wasn't an official claiming mark, but it was still given to them by their Alpha. Winter wants it to stay there as long as possible. Aiden turned his head, and his eyes landed on the black T-shirt the Alpha was wearing earlier. The Omega grabbed it and brought it to his nose, pressing it to his face and taking a deep breath in. The Alpha's scent filled the Omega's nose, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

The diagonal ventilation area on the mask matched his purple tie. I recalled it was the same in college. He often wore masks to match the color of his clothes. Everyday, it was a new color. Back in school, most of the students looked up to him as a fashionista. It was a bonus he was an alpha. Though no one has ever smelt his pheromones, he was quite popular. Omegas swarmed him. His soft attractive features attracted alphas. But out of everyone, he hung out with betas.

It wasn’t a formal herald interview; it was a jagged, grainy live stream captured from a voyeuristic angle. Someone had hidden a recording crystal near the heavy oak frame of Hudson’s private study, covertly capturing the Alpha at his desk. Ferocious comments from sub-packs across the territory were clawing at the screen. “By the Mother Moon! Look at those shoulders... he smells of pure dominance even through a crystal. Such a shame he keeps his face behind that silver mask.” “I’d recognize those furs anywhere. Winter-wolf pelts, cured in the Northern wastes. A single button on that tunic is worth more than a year’s meat-share for an Omega.”

The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint. Omegas weren’t allowed. Officially, we didn’t exist. I adjusted my duffel bag on my shoulder and kept walking, posture relaxed, head up. Confident, but not cocky. Visible, but not loud. The way an Alpha was supposed to move. Around me, the other students gathered in clusters—tall, broad-shouldered, radiating dominance. Some laughed. Some shoved each other. Some stared openly, assessing, ranking. I felt it immediately.

We walk behind them and then one of the girls turns to give me a mocking look. "That's the omega Alpha Theo has on the payroll since Isabella cheated on him," she says and her friend turns to give me a look too, then they both laugh. God, this is going to be awful.