The air was thick with anticipation as Jerome stood among his fellow alphas, their imposing figures outlined against the backdrop of flickering torches and the distant hum of preparations for the upcoming festival.
Around them, the village buzzed with excitement.
It’s been exactly a week since Aurora got ambushed by a group of werewolves who Jerome didn’t seem to find their whereabouts and identity.
Aurora…
Surprisingly, she has been into him lately.
Always wanting to be around him, always sucking up to him.
Just like how she was when they were teens.
Jerome certainly liked a submissive omega.
One of the alphas, a burly man with a scarred face, glanced at Jerome with a knowing smirk.
“Alpha Jerome, we've heard rumors," he began, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Is it true
