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ike when Spiderman said his spidey senses were tingling, my wolfy senses tingled anytime I felt like someone’s eyes on me. This had been happening a lot and, to make it worse, the one who kept watching me was none other than Joseph, Oscar’s father, and pack leader.
I had never been fond of him, to be honest. The first time I spoke with Joseph, I remember feeling like he was looking right through me. His gaze bore into me, leaving no doubt that my omega status consumed his every thought.
Margaret had warned me that this would happen once some people learned I was an omega. While most members of the Sabretail Pride didn’t hold radical views toward omegas, there were exceptions.
This made me think twice about everyone I interacted with. Lukas and Oscar weren’t pushy or overbearing
