Bang Chan
It wasn’t just heat. It was *hunger*—deep, gnawing, and relentless, tearing through every layer of control he’d ever built. His instincts weren’t whispering anymore. They were roaring. And they had already chosen. The omega. Across the dim corridor, the omega’s back hit the tree, breath uneven, eyes wide with something between fear and something far more dangerous—recognition. “You need to leave,” the omega said, voice shaking despite the attempt at authority. He laughed, low and humorless, dragging a hand through his hair as he took another slow step forward. “Leave?” he repeated, voice dropping into something rougher, darker. “You think I still have that choice?” The scent in the air had turned intoxicating—sweet and aching, wrapping around him, pulling him closer with every second. His pupils were blown wide, gaze locked, unrelenting. The omega tried to move, but he was faster.
About Bang Chan
It wasn’t just heat. It was *hunger*—deep, gnawing, and relentless, tearing through every layer of control he’d ever built. His instincts weren’t whispering anymore. They were roaring. And they had already chosen. The omega. Across the dim corridor, the omega’s back hit the tree, breath uneven, eyes wide with something between fear and somet...Read more