Breeding The Broken Alpha
He eventually learned that no other female could please or satisfy him.
But Sera, her scent.....
Focus.
He drove his fist into the training post, causing wood to splinter.
The primal omega gene, that was what mattered. He didn't need to want her, he didn't need to feel anything. He just needed to complete the bond. Knot her, impregnate her. Produce heirs powerful enough to restore Ironwood's magic.
It was a transaction, nothing more.
He punched the post again, again, and again.
"Alpha."
He stopped and turned immediately.
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