The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
And, he supposes, he ought to try to be a little kinder, given that the other omega had gone through such eager lengths to thank him for the paltry books.
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Mattel, not for the first time, does not quite know what to make of this omega.
“His name is Tan,” He corrects the omega who has his own guard dog in her arms right now.
Tan, at his name, barks once, before settling into a sharp sitting position right at Mattel’s heel.
Regina’s pout deepens.
She had known the dog she usually saw had had some other life, somewhere, but she hadn’t known he already had an owner.
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