Loathed by the Alpha
Frantically, and with a growing panic of those deep black eyes staring down at me, I dug my nails in as hard as I could, desperate to hold back my cries.
Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps padding in my direction. With a spinning head, I looked up to see a woman carrying a suitcase, appearing sharp and poised, the blossoms raining down onto her feet. She was an omega but stood daringly in front of the Alpha, her hands crossed together.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your size, knothead?”
A menacing growl slipped from his throat, and something inside my chest clenched, making it hard to breathe. “How dare you low-level omega speak to me that way?”
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