YES, ALPHA! Werewolf Forbidden Stories
Alora Sterlingwerewolf alphafated for my forbidden alphaafter one night with the alphathe forbidden alpha
He smelled like alcohol and his breath stinks.
I blinked up at him. For an alpha, he sure let himself go. With balding hair, yellowish teeth and round belly, he is no longer fit for the role. But everyone knew he just did not want to give the title to his son.
"Alpha, what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, even though I know with just one look at him exactly what he's up to.
"Don't play coy," He grinned, looking at me lustfully. "I've been wondering what a rare omega like you would taste like," he chuckled and licked his lips, letting his eyes drag over my breasts and down my legs.