An Omega’s Fight
Deven became clearer too, and I kind wish he hadn't, as his figure reminded me of just what the difference between an omega and a normal wolf was.
His stocky build and size would have already put me at a disadvantage, combine that with his training, and me being fucking pregnant, and I was down right screwed.
I had to fight anyway. I've got to at least hurt in someway. No matter how small, I wasn't letting him erase my presence from this stupid place so easily. If he was going to kill me, kill my pup, then I was going to scar. I would make it so kids screamed just by looking at him.
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