Alpha's Regret: Omega Secretary's My Mate
Jack said; he frowned briefly, and then a smile broke out on his face, "Of course, I am in!"
"Good," I said, grinning.
"On three," he grunted as he was punched in the gut. "Now, you've made the big bad alpha angry."
Jack's eyes flashed golden, and he snarled, his canine protruding, his claws out, and he swiped at the attacker's face, yanking off a great deal of flesh from his cheek. Then he moved into his neck, ripped out of his throat without remorse.
"For the vultures," he said, discarding his lifeless body. He turned to the others, "Now, who wants to be minced meat for the scavengers?" his voice was a low growl, but it had enough threat and warning to scare the attackers.
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