˜"*°•.˜"*°• A WereWolf Story •°*"˜.•°*"˜
"Why have you not rejected me? Why have you protected me and taken me in like I am one of you? I am just an Omega, as a Beta, you need somebody who is strong and confident. Someone who is not me!"
His cries and screams caused her to tilt her head. If only he knew that he was those very things if only he saw what she saw when she looked into those green eyes of his. "Oh, darling. Only if you knew what I could see." She stated, grabbing his face to make him look into her eyes. "I might be a Beta and you might be an Omega, but titles mean shit to me. You are mine and only mine, no man will ever satisfy me as you can."
Xenia Meadow, the Beta of the Firefly Pack and the second in command besides her Alpha. Besides her title, she was somebody everyone feared, she killed with no regret and flaunted their blood on her as a trophy.
Vincent Mason, the Omega of the Riverwood Pack. Abused and broken beyond repair, he was a slave to his pack and endured more than most could ever imagine all because of his father's mistake.
When Xenia comes across Vincent during a meeting with his pack, things go a bit chaotic. They were hurting what was hers and no rogue threats will ever make the Riverwood Pack shit themselves more than herself.
As they always say, never mess with an Alpha's mate but they never considered a Beta's wrath.
Cover made by: Me, Image was taken from Pinterest. I do not own the image.
- Written In Third Person
- Rough Draft
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