Oitnb Blanca Novels & Stories

They ordered a round of beers, though none of them touched the glass. "This feels like a waste of time," Luca snapped. "We should be kicking down Delilah’s door." "We follow the leads, Luca," Nickie said firmly. "Dante is her right hand. He's the bridge." The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, theatrical and grating. "In this corner! Standing six-foot-six, the human wrecking ball—BLANCHE THE AVALANCHE!" The blue-clad fans roared. A pale, platinum-haired fighter with a missing eyebrow stepped into the cage, baring his teeth.

She walks past me, when she gets to the door, she stops and turns around, “By the way, Diego. I have one last thing to say.” “What the fuck is it now? Scared already? Ready to talk?” I smiled evilly. “No. I, Blanca Moreno, a wolfless omega, reject you, Diego Moreno, as my mate.” The bond completely shatters in my chest, and I’m bent over clutching it and looking at Blanca, who is still serene and calm. I’m in excruciating pain and she is still like a statue. “Get her the fuck out of here! Beat her within an inch of her life until she talks.” I screamed.