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 stood in front of my mirror for longer than necessary.


The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of fabric and the faint sound of my own breathing, steady but a little too aware, like I was trying to convince myself that this was normal. That getting ready like this—this carefully, this deliberately—meant nothing.


I wasn't doing this because my dads were arranging something I didn't fully agree with.


And I definitely wasn't doing this to distract myself from someone else.


I exhaled slowly, staring at my reflection.


"It's not like I'm not in love with him," I muttered under my breath, adjusting the strap of my dress. "That would be stupid."


"I met him for one day," I added, softer this time, like I needed to hear it again. "That makes no sense."


So whatever this feeling was, it wasn't that.


Chapter 45 - My Future Husband