The Omega's bully (sassy omega series)

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ever encountered before, compassionate, attentive, and genuinely interested in my well-being. It's suc

me earlier. It's peculiar, but his kindness makes me feel truly seen, something I haven't experienced in a while.

ing kind, and there's no need to overthink it. However, no matter how hard I try to brush off the warmth that spread

llian suddenly appears beside me. My heart races with a mixtur

e growls, as he leans in close, his ho

his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I ga

w and menacing. With a rough motion, he begins to

rpowering and intoxicating all at once. It's a heady mix of dominance, power and the smell of the soil after

to mark me earlier, to calm my nerves and ease my anxiety. I hadn't meant anything by it, b

trying to yank my hand from his grip but i

ally see his wolf on the surfac

ely above a whisper as I struggle to

er. "I hate it," he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. "I hat

ring myself to regret my actions. Jamal's scent may have brought me comfort, but it's Killian's scent that sends my hear

my voice quivering with a mix of apprehension and

uspiciously. "Then why did you allow him to mark you?" he

eeks burning with embarrassment. "And b

nce had provided me with comfort, unexpectedly easing my anxiety. But it pales in co

f urging me to surrender to him. Yet, no matter how hard I resist, I cannot esca

voice barely audible. "I don'

st. And as he continues to mark me, his scent intertwining with mine, I sense my wolf stirring within, eager to submit to its Alpha's command. It's

e of frustration and helplessness wash over me. I struggle against him, tryi

audible over the rush of blood in

nce over me. And as his scent envelops me, mingling with my own, I can fe

, but it's no use. His presence is everywhere, consuming me from the i

is twisted game of dominance and submission. But deep down, I know the answer, it's because, despite my bes

of being owned by him. I may be an omega, but I refuse to be anyone's pawn, anyone's possession. I am

eans in closer, his warm breath brushing against my skin. "Now, you smell ju

the bell interrupts our moment. With an exasperated sigh, I tear my eyes away f

scent still hanging in the air and on me. Every time I steal a glance in his direction, it on

to more trouble. So, I grit my teeth and focus on the lesson, determined t

ression. It takes every ounce of self-control to resist the urge to wipe that smirk off his face with a swift slap. But deep