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Oh, that brilliantly manipulative bastard!

My panties are still wet, and my body humming from his cock rubbing between my thighs, but I'm angry. I feel vulnerable and used, like a pawn sacrificed at the beginning of a match.

How could he have known I'd lose control of myself and beg for him?

He's clever, I'll give him that, but I don't like losing, and this feels awfully close to a loss.

If he thinks he's won just because he can turn my inner Omega on, he's got another thing coming.

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Dear Manipulative Bastard,

How did you know we’d kiss? Apparently, you get to know everything while I remain in the dark. Literally!

You should at least tell me your name.

From,

A Frustrated Omega

Dear Baby Girl,

Shall we wait to see what name you call out when I make you come?

You might have an Alpha in mind already.

Truthfully, I didn’t know we’d kiss, but I took a gamble and wrote the letter.

I can’t stop thinking about our time in the classroom and how good you looked thoroughly kissed.

I have a confession. When I returned to my room, my trousers were damp with your slick and coated in your sweet perfume. They’re still under my pillow.

All my love,

Your (also frustrated) Alpha

Dear Trouser Sniffer,

I have you figured out, Alpha.

You’re a gambling man.

All of that money you paid my father, the academy, not to mention the ruby necklace, is going to be a hefty bet to lose.

If you wanted a sure thing, you should’ve gone with a safer option. Your odds of winning this gamble are still up in the air.

From,

Your Long Shot Bet

My Dearest Natalia,

Ouch, it hurts to hear you think of me so poorly.

I’m not merely a gambling man, I’m an investor.

In you, I see great potential, and I’m looking forward to being part of your future. To do so, I’m not above hedging my bets. I think you’ll find the odds are increasing in my favor.

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