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

Heat rushed up my neck, across my cheeks, and I knew—I knew—I was blushing. Hard. The kind of blush that made it impossible to hide, impossible to play off. And for a second, I almost cursed Pops out loud, because this—this had to be his fault. He was always the shy one, the one who got flustered over the smallest things, and apparently, he passed that down to me.


My eyes stayed exactly where they were, fixed on that tail like it had a hold on me. Like it was pulling me in, demanding my attention in a way I didn't understand and honestly didn't want to question too much.


"I…" My voice came out quieter than usual, but steady enough. "Can you move it?"


Slowly, I dragged my gaze upward, meeting his eyes again.


Chapter 23 - Warmth