Alpha's Wild Pet: His Prisoner of Passion
With Alpha Cain…there's just something with him that makes my blood boil to the hottest degree, my mind roaring with spite and disdain every time I look at him in the eyes.
I often ask myself, "Am I really sure to be the Alpha's Pet or am I just looking at the fastest way to die?"
Maybe I'll never know the answer. Maybe I also knew the answer already.
But deep inside, one thing's for sure: I hate Alpha Cain. But I also like some part of him.
And I hate that part of myself that liked the part of him.
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Anastasia is an I-don't-fucking-care type of Omega who, because she's already bruised outside and broken deep inside, just accepts whatever comes her way. But Alpha Cain somehow liked her wicked mouth. She's the only Omega who can talk back to him with enough sarcasm and wits that most of his pack members lack of.
And in the tradition of most packs, whether in every year, months, or even weeks and days, the Alpha will choose among Omegas as his Pet: a more accurate term for his personal bed warmer. It is an actual title in a pack reserved to only one person, with benefits and privileges on its own. And because Anastasia accidentally became drunk the night Alpha Cain tested her skills in bed, she rode so wild and satisfied the Alpha more than he expected.
And a hate-to-love, pet-to-lovers tale began to unfold.
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