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

The moment stretched—soft, warm, real in a way that made everything else disappear. His breathing, which had been rough and broken seconds ago, slowed against my mouth, the uneven rhythm evening out little by little.


His body, which had been locked tight with tension, eased under my hands. The sharp edge in him dulled, softened, like something inside him had finally quieted.


It wasn't sudden. It wasn't forceful. It was… careful.


His lips pressed back against mine, warm and firm, and something deep in my stomach tightened so hard it almost hurt. It wasn't just the contact—it was the way he did it. Hesitant, controlled, and real.


Chapter 25 - Who