The Dominant Omega And Her Submissive Alpha
He wasn’t rushing me anymore, but I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he made another attempt.
I, too, was beginning to feel the pressure. The waiting game was wearing thin on my nerves, and every interaction with him left me more frustrated than the last. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. If he wanted me, if he wanted to prove that he could be the man I needed, then he would have to earn it. And that was the game we played now. A game of patience, power, and trust. And I would not be the one to lose.