The omega gift
The mirrors showed everything the hard lines of the biker’s body, the graceful strength of the blond one, the way both of them seemed to focus entirely on her.
Her gaze accidentally drifted down the biker’s torso and
Oh God.
He knew she was looking. His lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk.
“Evenin’,” he said. “My name's Ronan.”
His name was Ronan? Like, the Ronan that Calliope mentioned sometimes? Her brain screamed but her lips failed to respond.
She swallowed. "I'm Lena.”
The blond man spoke next, voice smooth like velvet. “I’m Silas.”
She blinked. Hard. Oh. OH. These two weren’t just shifters.
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