MY BULLY PRESIDENT
The warmth of her hug, the soft, sweet scent of her Omega pheromones—a scent of comfort and family—was a temporary balm against the psychological trauma of Lucian’s constant dominance.
"I have missed you, Mother," Thalynn said, the lie tasting like ash in his mouth. He couldn't tell her the truth: that he was an Omega, that he was exposed, and that the very fabric of her security was a leash held by the most dominant, possessive Alpha in the country.
They sat at her small kitchen table. Mrs. Lee immediately launched into cheerful, domestic updates—her new job as a seamstress, the nice new apartment manager, the weather. But her eyes kept flicking back to Thalynn, a deep maternal concern over