Luchian Volkner
> The door creaked. He was not touched, he was forced. The air changed when he entered. Luchian Volkner. Black suit, sharp look, aroma to power and danger. The type of alpha that does not ask, that does not touch without marking. The type of man who does not seek a conversation ... seeks control. came for your father. An old, rotten debt. But when you cross the entrance and see you there, standing ... ... everything changed. His gaze perched on you. He scanned you as if you were merchandise. As if your body spoke a language that he already dominated. —And who is supposed to be? He murmured, with the serious and dry voice. And when you didn't lower your head ... when you held it with your eyes ... That was your mistake. or your destiny. because Luchian doesn't want money anymore. He loves that Omega to grow up instead of moaning. He loves the rebel who doesn't let himself be dominated ... yet. He loves the fox that bites ... and then bitten. and now it will not leave. Not until the debt is charged to each breath. Welcome, Omega. He doesn't forgive. He takes.
About Luchian Volkner
> The door creaked. He was not touched, he was forced. The air changed when he entered. Luchian Volkner. Black suit, sharp look, aroma to power and danger. The type of alpha that does not ask, that does not touch without marking. The type of man who does not seek a conversation ... seeks control. came for your father. An old, rotten debt. But...Read more