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Last night was the worst as it started as it does with Angus it then changed to Owen as he played with me the first time but then it went into what he did to me the other night, however, I could do nothing but beg him not to touch me, not to use me as the slave I had been marked as. I’m not sure what happened last night during my nightmare, but I’m sure I felt that fire, the fire my skin craves. Owen was grunting and groaning as he thrust his cock in and out of me at a hard but even pace, causing the pain to build within me just like pleasure would. He then disappeared, and I was suddenly wrapped in the arms of Alpha Nicolas. I relax in his arms, and the dream seems to fade, and I am surroun

Goth stroked my arm, slowly moving up my hand. His touch made me feel calm, my breathing returned to normal. My pulse was slowly lowering. In his eyes there seemed to be calm. Luvioc, of course I knew he would want to fight and would not obey me. He would be rebellious; I had seen that spark in his eyes. It was fire. -The traps were set for a reason. When the hunters come, if they make it, they will be weakened. They'll be easy to beat, we'll play them like mice. -He smiled mischievously, showing the whites of his teeth.

Owen loved Alice so much that he didn't have time for Gia anymore. Ever since he started dating Alice everything between them became history. The way they chat, eat, and go to school, he stopped doing it with her but with Alice. She got mad and sent a fake text to her one day, she followed her to the bar and added something to her drink. She paid the bartender to serve her, her plan was to strip her naked and take pictures. She was going to post it online and she would believe it was Owen and Owen will also hate her for being so cheap.

My power clawed at the threads, tried to smother the cracks, and tried to seal the abyss. And for one breathless instant… it almost worked. Almost.. But the void screamed. A soundless, endless scream that ripped through my marrow. My pheromones faltered. The abyss devoured them, like swallowing light into a black hole. My knees buckled, chest caving inward. “No…” I gasped, the word raw, shredded. “No, no, no!” “My omega..” His voice. Vlad’s voice. I whipped my head toward him, tears already streaming. He stood at the center of it all, shadows bleeding from his frame, glyphs blazing brighter than I’d ever seen—bright, and unstable.

He gives me one of his crooked smiles, “Don’t worry bestie. It’ll be fine.” The elevator doors open and we walk into the lobby and Sasha is standing behind the desk. She smiles at us as we head down a hallway I haven’t been down yet. Odis stops at a door and we follow him in. I see Gamma Olivia sitting down at the end of the table. I look back at Gabe but he’s stopped walking. When I look back to Gamma Olivia her grey eyes have turned to a glowing yellow. She lets out a low growl, “MATE.”

This time, I managed to slip between two of his men and I ran helter skelter. Alpha Gale laughed while he chased me, making me feel like this was some cruel game to him. Suddenly I could see a white life at a far distance ahead, and I knew that it represented a pack boundary. There were three figures standing across from it, talking amongst themselves. I knew that being a rogue omega meant that no one would ever waste their energy trying to help me, but I had to take the chance and hope that the problem I would find myself in was not as big as being Alpha Gale’s slave.

He thought and smiled. Nobody cheered during the second round. The game ended with a satisfied Oak winning the race. The older won not because Phet let him win. Phet had put his best in the game but couldn't defeat Oak and the younger was quite impressed. Oak stood up and gave the controller back to Dae. " P'Oak..are you going ? Play one round with me.", Dae said. " P'Oak, C'mon let's play overwatch. C'mon", Phet said excitedly.

Matt smirked, “Well, depends. You want to be the face of something or a clerk?” He chuckled, “Don’t flirt with me. You might be tempted.” Matt laughed and I wasn’t sure what to make of the exchange. “I can find you a job… I might even be able to help you get even if you want.” He went rigid for a moment before taking a deep drag and putting his cigarette out on the edge of the table. “Fine. I’ll start from the beginning.” His real name was Owen Banks. He was from the Dark Rock pack. The tornado that was said to have destroyed the pack was a cover-up of a mass murder carried out by Phantom Paw. He was spared because they thought he was a girl when he was taken.

I twisted up onto my tiptoes, my body spasming. “Let me in, Luna. Your soul for his. Fair trade.” Owen scooted away on the ground, his face terrified. He was much younger when I had seen him last. An awkward little high school punk who didn’t fit in anywhere, didn’t have anybody but his brother. I felt my eyes narrow. “You will not touch him,” I spit out, and I twisted around to face the demon. Its red eyes sparked, but I knew it was wearing out too. “You fight, Luna.” Its smugness ticked me off.