Mated to my step brother and rival alpha
Bianca's eyes flared faint gold, and the two girls behind her shifted closer, penning Faye in against the wall without a word.
"Rowan is mine. He has been since before you crawled out of whatever gutter pack made you."
"I never—" Faye's voice came out smaller than she wanted, and she hated it. "I never asked for any of this."
"Doesn't matter what you asked for." Bianca stepped close enough that Faye could feel the heat radiating off her, the faint tremor of a wolf sitting just beneath the surface, straining. "Omegas don't get to want things. You get to survive, if you're lucky, and disappear, if you're smart."