Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
The girl's ours—omega bait to break you.
My heart slammed against my ribs, watching Thorne dominate. His muscles bunched, scars stretching tight over his back as he ripped into another foe, fangs sinking into a leg with a wet crunch. Pride swelled in me, mixed with something darker—heat pooling low in my belly. Omega instincts? The word echoed from the trial, pulling at me like threads unraveling. Even amid the chaos, my body reacted to him, thighs pressing together as slickness gathered. I hated it, this pull toward the violence, but it felt raw, alive, tying me to this pack in ways I couldn't fight.