Tales of Desire
Dee writes you are mine omegaalpha and omega fanfiction
Not over a man who’d been stealing from me for months while he smiled in my face.
So I opened my contacts, scrolled past every safe name I knew, and stopped on hers. Jada Monroe. The woman whose label, Monroe Luxe, had been eating my lunch for the last two seasons—edgier cuts, bolder campaigns, the kind of buzz that made editors whisper her name like she was the second coming of street couture. We’d never been friends. We’d barely been civil. But she had the kind of money and connections that could make problems disappear, and right now I needed a miracle more than I needed pride.