rning, not in anger but need. My wolf, Daxon, has been restless recently. With the both o

I hear

like to fu

idea how close you are

city lights are bright, the noise below almost deafening. It's almost like all of it is overstimulati

mie

on my face as I turn around to face him. My Beta, Aslan, stares at me with an exhausted loo

key and pouring some of it into a glass as he joi

first shot down my th

rom other Alphas to protect their Omegas. We both know this would get out of hand if it

ound piercing through the empty house as I ask quietly, "Wh

but he respects me enough to know that I respect his existence in return. He does his job as my Beta and keeps me

us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world w

y permission and for that reason, they are innocent. As long as I stay alive, no one will dare harm anyone. If the world t

ge. "You cannot h

Watch

than just a sp

ing into the sides of his neck as I raise him up. His warm blood cascading down my

m. Instead, I say calmly, "Be careful. You

gasping, "There is... There is an a-agency. They try to... They try to regulate the hormones of... Of Alphas, and Betas who seek Omegas for the

y feel insulted. Daxon is excited and that is never a good

floor now. "You cannot keep repressing who you are. Their pheromones will help," And perha

n't find myself hating it. Daxon growls slightly in pleasure at the fact that I am thinking of it. Why? Be

tincts after the event that happened many years ago but perhaps... Perhaps

ut pity the poor omega who would have to deal with me after my many years of

so c