I sat at the dining table encircled by the alphas, the air heavy with the savoury aroma of roasted meats dripping in herb-infused juices, mingled with the potent, musk still clinging to us from last night's savage rut—Ivory had fucked me senseless right here on this very table, my screams echoing off the walls as she claimed me.
They shovelled massive forkfuls into their mouths now, jaws working in brooding silence after I'd snapped at them for treating me like some mythical beast with a dozen gaping maws, all begging to be stuffed with their endless alpha 'offerings.
One mouth, damn it—that's all I had!
No matter how much I packed away, my frame stayed delicately petite, save for my lush, heavy breasts that strained against my blouse and the wide, fertile flare of my hips, perfect omega breeding curves that jiggled with every shift.
I wore them like a badge of pride, swaying them teasingly during heats, but Ana had terrified me just last week.
