The Alpha's Fight for His Omega
My hands tremble, and I grip them tightly.
“A…Alpha.” I stuttered out softly, looking into his eyes.
He said nothing, just studied my eyes, and face. I continue to tremble, unsure what he’s going to do or say. Finally he speaks.
“What is your name?” He growls, and my heart breaks. He doesn’t even remember me.
“Ch…Chastity Bloomfield, sir.” I respond, trying to hold back tears.
“Well Chastity Bloomfield, I am an Alpha, and I cannot have a lowly Omega as a mate. I will be seen as weak. My pack seen as weak. I cannot, and will not have that.”
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