The Last Omega Hybrid
I said, running my fingers through her silky dark hair, hoping to offer her some comfort.
"But that isn't what I feel. I am happy to do it," she said.
Once again, she reminded me of how clingy and emotional an omega in heat was. But there was no way, right? She didn't possess any traits that showed her supernatural side. Maybe I was just overthinking. After all, werewolves weren't my expertise, having only met them a few times for kingdom matters.
"Will you let me do it? Will you teach me?" She repeated the same question, but her voice trembled with renewed fragility, shattering my heart into a million pieces.
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