The Alpha King's Omega
“Tell me he means nothing. Tell me you’d never choose him over me.”
The silence roared in the chamber, broken only by their uneven breaths. His thumb brushed the corner of her lips, lingering, hovering, as though he teetered on the edge of claiming them, of branding her his. Freya’s body ached with confusion, torn between the storm that was Ragnar and the truth she held close.
She swallowed hard, her words trembling like shattered glass. “Atlas is only my best friend.”
Ragnar inhaled sharply, the sound guttural, a growl ripped from deep within his chest. His eyes blazed with feral intensity, searching hers, dissecting her as though he could rip the truth straight from her soul.
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