The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
She could only imagine what it would be like, Mattel in her head whenever she let the bond open slightly; asking, begging, and threatening.
Regina would have slapped herself if she could move.
But well, she couldn’t.
Generally Regina could throw off an alpha command. She had to learn the hard way during her prep school days.
But Regina was weak, tired, moody, and obviously making shit decisions. She could feel Mildred screaming at her, battering against the inside of her brain.
Mildred was the name she’d given to her annoying, hated omega instincts that said, “Stay where the alpha wants you. Be a good omega. Sit. Fetch. Roll Over.”
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