Marked By My Best Friend's Dad
He gripped tight, lifting me until my toes barely touched the floor.
“I’m just… a mere omega,” I choked out, air thinning. “No roots. Nothing special.”
He slammed my back against the wall, pinning me there, fingers still wrapped around my neck. His body pressed close, heat pouring off him, but his eyes were wild with something darker than lust.
“You’re hurting me,” I gasped, tears streaming freely now, hands clawing weakly at his wrist.
He didn’t loosen his hold.
“An Alpha shouldn’t fall in love,” he growled, face inches from mine. “He shouldn’t have an obsession. And if he does,” his grip tightened just enough to make my vision blur at the edges, “his responsibility is to cut it off.”
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