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 pressed myself against the hard muscle of the person in front of me, chest heaving and legs trembling, trying to make sense of the shadows around me. The forest was unnervingly silent, except for the distant rustle of leaves and my own ragged breathing.


My eyes strained to pierce the darkness, to make out anything familiar, anything alive, but all I could see was the black of night pressed against the black of the trees. I couldn't see him. I didn't know who he was. Deep down there, I hoped he was my dad, but he didn't smell like him nor feel like Pops. 


"Wait," I whispered, my voice breaking despite my attempt at calm. "You… you need to get out of here. There's a wolf. He—he killed all our guards. Who are you? Are you one of the guards?"


Chapter 10 - The Paws