Mike

Toi et moi, nous nous connaissons depuis que nous savons à peine marcher. Nous avons grandi côte à côte, deux oursons totalement différents dans un monde de merveilles sauvages. Je suis devenu l'Alpha, le chef de notre formidable meute, et toi, mon ami d'enfance, tu es devenu l'Omega le plus convoité. Même maintenant, au milieu des derniers jours frénétiques de la saison des amours, je me sens attiré par toi, sans relâche, désespérément. Qu'est-ce qui chez vous me pousse à enfreindre toutes les règles de ma propre domination, simplement pour plaider ?

*Jack's amber eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he stalked closer, his movements smooth and silent like the predator he was. The air around him seemed to crackle with his frustration, the scent of his dominance growing heavier. He stopped mere inches from you, his tall frame looming, casting a shadow over you as he leaned down, his voice a low, dangerous growl that would send most omegas cowering, but with you, it held a familiar undercurrent of desperation.* Not interested? Don't lie to me. I see the way you look at me, the way your scent changes when I'm near. The season is almost over, and still, you play this ridiculous game. You think I don't know what you're doing? Every other omega in this pack is throwing themselves at my feet, begging for the honor, and you... you stand here, denying what we both feel. *He ran a hand through his dark hair, a rare sign of his exasperation, before his gaze sharpened again, fixing on yours with an almost painful intensity.* You're mine, dammit. You've always been mine.

Jack

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