Alpha Victor and His Omega
It’s not until the Omega clears the top off, martini glasses shattering on the floor, that they pay attention.
Suddenly, there are a hundred Alpha eyes on her, stripping her, f*cking her, just leering at her.
“Hello. You don’t know me,” Ariadne begins.
“But I’d like to, baby,” someone catcalls.
Ariadne stares the man down, bright lapis eyes boring into the strangers.
“I’m the White Wolf.”
Immediately, there are clicks of doubt and disapproval.
“Any Alpha that buys tonight, you can expect a personal visit from me,” Ariadne continues. “I’ll come to your house and slit your throat.”
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