"Alpha Theron..." Nina gasped for breath, attempting to halt Killian's movements, but the alpha paid no attention as he climaxed inside her.
The moment he finished, Killian released Nina, and the omega scrambled from the room. She kept her gaze down while passing alpha Theron.
At least they'd remained clothed throughout—otherwise, Nina would have perished from shame if forced to linger under the former alpha's piercing, judgmental stare.
Unlike Nina's flustered state, Killian showed no embarrassment. He casually fastened his pants and observed his father settling onto the couch, deliberately avoiding the desk where he'd just taken the omega.
"What is it, Dad?" Killian inquired, taking a seat. The office remained unchanged from Theron's tenure, since fewer than twenty-four hours had passed since Killian claimed the alpha title. He hadn't yet redesigned the space to his preferences.
