Entangled Between The Alpha And The Omega

hirty minutes, turning it into the entire day. I wonder what could be happe

t of my comfortable position and approach the door, but a whisper of my name reaches me from the si

ying this, and the voice falls silent. However, a sudden sound on the door startles me. I hurry to open it, and a stranger swiftly enters. He se

kes his head. "Then..." I say, eyes wide, sweat tr

anxiety. I wave to express my gratitude and gesture for him to ta

oor is locked

Princess"

ion him, "But wh

s." He explains, and that's the

open my eyes. All what comes to my mind is, only Spartan might try it. And at l

ree. Amidst the struggle, he continues tearing my clothes apart until I'm left with only my underwear. I hastily grab a towel and reach for the doorkn

ute, no way to alert Spartan who brought me here. For this stranger to successfully lock me down, he must have somehow hindered Spa

taunts. I shoot him a deadly glare, and suddenly

I ask. H

on the bed comfortably like someone who has won a

person's intentions. Cayden has never been to this pack house. How di

and he turns to face me. Eage

as you talk. I don't want anything more rig

y continuous plea. "I want to ge

sition." He requests, a

erve?" I ask, a thought striking my mind. What if Sparta

ange into a different outfit, patiently awaiting the arrival of the Alpha of the pack house. Anticipating the future, a sound on the do

lpha inside as Cayden remains on my b

e for an answer. I worry he might get mad at me and storm out, but instead, he locks

him, instead of me?" The Alpha asks, and I nod. I turn my fac

a clone of their Alpha; he's nothing but an Omega!" The Alpha

dislike the Alpha. He appears too authoritative, and I yearn for someone w

the packhouse." Spartan declares, and Cayden remains silent. He might have re

ls Spartan. Spartan angrily rolls his

nything next tim

ference." I say, my voice breaki

ut of the room, adding, "...I might even dec

, despite seeking undue attention from me, can better satisfy me as a wolf

Alpha. The personal messenger of the Alpha went to battle, but the Alpha didn't

e very lit and innovative."

tion though." He says after

s, cracking me up. I almost fall off the chai

m. He holds the back of my palms, rubs them toget

, and we’re going to be b

. He sighs and chuckles softly. "I only wa

n a gruff tone as

pack, too." He analyzes. I don't chase after luxury. The moment he mentions, "We'd fight for a pack." I almost want to reject him. Get yourself a pack or l

jolting me out of my reverie. He seems to have read m