The Alpha's Fight for His Omega
I chuckled as Chastity slowly opened her door, and peeked inside before letting us both walk in.
“Checking to make sure it was safe?” I joked following her.
“No. Just making sure Lilac didn’t try to make a sneak attack.” She answered with a smile.
“Ah.”
I looked around the room. I spotted a fleece covered tray hooked to the window, a small basket full of what I assume was cat toys, a four foot tall what Chastity called a cat tree, food and water dishes, but no cat. After looking for another minute I finally spotted a tiny ball of fluffy curled up on the bed with, of all things, Chastity’s stuffed Duke, on top of my hoodie. Chastity called her name, and a tiny head popped up. That was Lilac.
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