Julien Grayson: 

I was never meant to fit the mold, with a wardrobe full of skirts, stockings, makeup and crop tops. I have always been unapologetically myself. 

I grew up protected by three powerful fathers and surrounded by a family that never asked me to be different. 

I’ve never been the kind of omega who waits to be claimed. I don’t kneel, and I definitely don’t submit. I take what I want, when I want it—and if someone can’t handle that, they’re free to look somewhere else.

Starting university was supposed to be simple. New people. New classes.

But someone keeps attacking my pack.

A bloodthirsty rogue no one can track. No rank. No loyalty. Just blood and bodies left behind in the woods surrounding our territory.

And the first time I see him, standing in the dark like something dragged out of a nightmare… he looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted to destroy.

Or keep.

Either way, I want him.

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- Femboy, Omega Dominate Top part 2

I sat there for a moment after he said it.


The words settled into the quiet kitchen and stayed there, hanging between us like something unfinished.


The morning light creeping through the small window had grown a little stronger now, spreading slowly across the wooden floorboards. It caught the edge of the table and the stool beneath me, lighting up the carved grain in the wood and the tiny imperfections where someone had shaped it by hand.


The only sounds were the faint creak of the wooden structure and the soft crackle coming from somewhere in the kitchen, probably a dying fire in a stove or oven.


My stomach reminded me again that it was empty.


Chapter 17 - Enigma