The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute
The world spun in a haze of stars and distant cheers as I lay there, gasping for air, but even that pain was nothing compared to the surge of unquenched desire flooding me.
Something warm sprayed past my lips as I coughed, and I blinked up at the brightening sky, asking myself for what must have been the hundredth time. I needed to fight harder. I’d always known omegas were tricksters.
Leaping to my feet with a snarl, the man before me barely had time to reset his stance before I drove forward. My fist buried itself in his ribs, and I swept his legs out from under him and sent him crashing onto his back.