Dirty December Dripping wet
Alphas 1
My heart pounded like a war drum as I stepped into the grand hall of the pack house, the air thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and something darker raw, primal hunger. I'm Cassie, the omega no one noticed until tonight, the night of the full moon gathering. My skin prickled under the thin fabric of my dress, nipples hardening against the cool draft that whispered promises of what was to come. I'd always felt the pull, that invisible thread tugging at my core, but tonight it burned, a fire low in my belly that made my thighs clench.
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