His Desire: The Hybrid Outcast Omega
His green eyes, flecked with those golden sparks, are still locked on me like he is a hunter who has finally cornered his prey.
“Well,” he smirks and pushes off the wall, stalking towards me with slow, heavy footsteps. “You don’t get to run from me, Judy. Not anymore.”
“I am an exiled omega,” I retort, backing up until my spine hits the hard edge of the bookshelf. “I shouldn’t even be here. Also, you shouldn’t be down here with me, Kieran. Your Luna wouldn’t like it if she finds out—”
“Fuck Eliza,” he growls, repeating the exact same words he used last night.
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