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

Not in a rush, not with noise or chaos, but slowly… gently… like it didn't want to disturb anything that had settled during the night.


I don't even know why. Maybe it was a habit. Maybe it was the way my body still wasn't used to sleeping that peacefully. Or maybe it was just him—his presence, heavy and warm beside me, grounding in a way that made everything feel… real.


I just stayed there, half-buried under my pink blanket, surrounded by plushies that had somehow ended up scattered everywhere between us during the night. One of them was pressed between his arm and my waist, slightly squished, like it had been caught in the middle of something it didn't understand.


Chapter 64 - Bathroom