Page 114 of Feral Omega

Her scent.

Sweet, dizzying.

Honey and spice and something darker, headier.

Omega.

My omega.

But not mine.

Never mine.

Monster.

Undeserving.

Pace faster, boots thudding.

Snarl rips free, echoing in the night.

Can't escape it.

The pull, the need.

To claim, to possess.

To sink teeth into tender flesh and take.

Shudder, clench fists, growl.

Can't think like that.

Won't.

She's not prey, not a toy.

But the scent…

The beast within me howls, snarls, to be free.

Ivy deserves better.

Gentle touches, soft words.

Not blood.

Not brutality.

Tearing metal, snapping bone, rending flesh.

All I'm good for.

All I know.

Destroy everything, ruin it all.

The others are with her now.

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