Chapter 7 Possession is The Only Law That Matters: Zane’s Perspective

I carry the struggling omega up the mountain path, her small fists pummelling my back in futile rebellion. Each impact is like a sparrow trying to take down a hawk, amusing in its audacity, doomed in its execution. Conri growls with satisfaction in the back of my mind as her sweet scent envelops us,...

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