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

My eyes were locked on his back, more specifically on the thing that shouldn't have been there—on the tail that moved slightly with the subtle shift of his body, the dark fur catching the dim light filtering through the trees.


Not just when he shifted. Not as a wolf.


My breath felt uneven, my chest rising and falling slower than it should as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. I had grown up around wolves my entire life. I knew what shifting looked and felt like, what partial shifts looked like, what control looked like.


"I…" My voice came out quieter than I expected, almost like I didn't want to disturb whatever this was. "I've never seen that before."


Chapter 22 - Staring