ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE
“I’ll show you to the guards’ quarters.”
I nodded, following him through the pack’s main grounds. The guards’ quarters were a low, stone building a good distance from the main pack house.
As we walked, I could feel eyes on me, other guards, lounging around or sharpening weapons, all turning to stare.
“Look at him,” one guy muttered, his voice low but I'd heard him loud and clear. “An Omega? The Alpha must be blind.”
“Bet he used some witch spell to trick Darius,” another said, smirking. “No way an Omega’s strong enough to be a guard.”
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