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“Hey, pup,” he tries to soothe as he crouches down next to the crying omega. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” the wolf snarls.
“It is,” he rumbles. “It’s your choice, pup, remember? You always have a choice.”
“But it’s not,” She whines and looks up at him with two beautiful almond eyes that dance with the black—
No, not black.
“Blue,” he breathes.
Two beautiful almond eyes that dance with blue flames like the darkest sky in the eternal realms.
Two intoxicating blue eyes that light his body on fire like it's nothing more than a sacrifice to the old goddesses. Two perfect blue eyes that burn with something new and something wild.
“Your wolf,” he whispers.
“Alpha?” the omega whimpers.
“I can see your wolf,” he smiles.
Aurora uncurls herself and uses Sebastian’s knees to push herse
