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Alpha and Omega in the Empire, he was req
expected his r
could detect them, let alone enter rut or form a beast-mark bond with him. In the eyes of his family
he Moonlight Orchid before him. The plant's gentle energy quieted his mind for a fleetin
ning Greer family across campus, but Ansel ignored t
tal, and concentrated Alpha pheromones. Muscular Alphas filled the combat rings a
op of cold water in a vat of b
d his work. His eyes raked over Ansel's slender frame
yone nearby to hear. "Isn't that the
an at least work, have children, and keep the Empire r
ow waist. "A normal Omega can trigger an Alpha's rut, take his beast m
dy, he could still have half the men here fig
"If his scent can't make an Alpha hard, he migh
und him beautiful enough to fantasize about, but none of them considered him w
g. His gaze swept calmly across t
a wall of muscle and condescension. "Hey, little guy.
e Alpha's. There was no fear in his eyes
His voice was soft, yet car
laughed, a theatrical, booming so
milies in the capital. More importantly, he was one of the academy's rare
r expressions a mixture of mockery and amuseme
on his shoulder. Ansel shifted his weight, a subtle,
rdled into annoyance. "Don't waste your time. I just heard the Tucker fa
s can actually make him want to mate. Blake might enjoy looking at you,
e's bed. As long as Blake doesn't expect a beast mark o
e dragged over Ansel again. "I'd give him one. T
r Ansel's beautiful face to crumple, certain that humiliating t
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