The Dominant Alpha

Traitorous b***h

Damien frowned. He could smell the enticing scent of lasagne coming from the kitchen and his wolf perked up at the thought of eating their favorite food. But something was niggling in his gut. It was taking Amara an awfully long time to get back to the study and inside with it. He settled back in his chair and debated going to check on her when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" he called gruffly, frowning when he didn't smell her scent.

An omega came sailing in with a food tray, placing it delicately on the study table once he'd cleared it off for her. He looked past her, expecting to see Amara, and noticed the woman moving to block his view. He eyed her disinterested. She was pretty enough. He gave her that but her blonde hair, perfect manicured nails and hair style all screame