Omega Bound
A male Omega doesn’t have breeding potential, they said.
My grip tightens as I bend the rusted with my strength. If I give Ronan back now, he won't even be a symbol, but a beautiful prisoner. A problem the council quietly eliminates.
Rain pours off the fire escape, turning every rung slick beneath my boots, behind me Ronan's body trembles against the belts holding him in place.
“Ethan…please help me.” He whispers weakly, his fingers clutch my arm as his claws scrap my hands, and he doesn't even realize how strong his grip is. The heat is rising again.