The Alpha's Fated Swap
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Olivia was frozen solid. I was, too, save for the soft “Thank you,” that escaped my lips.
Alpha Alaric hardly cast me a glance in response. I bowed my head slightly, taking a step back as I clasped my hands in front of myself.
It was no wonder that he didn’t answer. He was an Alpha, and I was an Omega—hardly more than an insect beneath the heel of his boot. Why he had stepped in to help me, I wasn’t sure. Not immediately, at least.