The second I walked through Jude’s door, my body betrayed me completely and I remembered I was just an Omega.
I am Frank. A twenty years old, chubby Latino boy, only five foot three. And the moment my stepbrother’s scent slammed into me, my knees went weak and slick started dripping down my thighs.
Jude was a pureblood Alpha like his father. He was six foot one, powerfully built, black, and radiating dominance. Mum traveled with his dad on honeymoon, and I had been alone for a while.
Jude had always looked dominant, but tonight, under the full moon, he looked feral.
We had partied hard the moment I arrived. He invited a pack of friends over and we drank for almost eight hours straight. When they finally left, I was wasted, dizzy, and burning up. Jude stalked toward me, his golden eye
