Mated To My Stepbrother
A shallow puddle of omega tears waiting to be stepped in.
I slipped out of the library not with my head down, but with it bowed, utterly defeated. The hallways felt cavernous, echoing with the sounds of a world I didn't belong to. The pack feeling was a tangible wall, pushing against me, reminding me of my place at the very bottom. Every glance felt like a judgment. Every laugh felt like it was at my expense. *Weak. Shallow. Omega.* The words weren't just in my head anymore. They were in the air, in the scent of disdain, in the cold space Ashton left behind. They were the only truth I knew. And they echoed, endlessly, in the hollow chamber of my shallow mind.
Hot Chapters