f**k.
I was f****d.
Marrying an Omega was not something I was looking forward to. No, in fact, just the idea horrified me and disgusted me.
That was the reason I had declined Alaric when he offered for me to take over the duties as Pack Alpha. It had caught me by surprise. He was barely 35—definitely not at the age to retire. I had expected him to one day finally find a suitable mate and have kids, like most pack Alphas did. Something I hadn’t wanted to do. Something I was now being forced to do. Even without becoming the pack Alpha.
I stood in front of the dressing table mirror, my raven hair tousled, patches of blood covering the side of my face, and my shirt in tatters. Even after my complete refusal, Alaric was persistent. f*****g asshole.
I had just entered the mansion after kill
