Eleven

D'Angelo

Responsibility burned within me as I sat at the head of the marble table in the community center. Despite my recent coronation, I had been groomed for this alpha position since I turned eighteen, and my dad had prepared me well. But now, I couldn't bring myself to listen to the council members and elders arguing.

My mind kept wandering back to my Omega mate. I hadn't slept well since my coronation night, all because she consumed my every thought. My body ached from hours of fighting the desire to be with her, and it was nearly impossible to shut out my thoughts.

Seeing her again made me rock hard. It was a different experience from seeing her on the terrace at night. She was a small, beautiful goddess of desire, and her curves bent and trapped my mind.

Every detail in her body was clearer. The freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose were the cutest I'd ever seen. If she weren't an Omega, I'd have considered myself the luckiest male alive and imprinted my mark on her the