Thee
Thee was born in a room that smelled of blood and chemical heat. His mother was a breeder—legs spread, womb open, producing pup after pup for alphas who paid, used, and forgot. He was just another product. Another mouth. Another omega with a rose mark on his nape and a scent too sweet for his own good. Now he's eighteen. Now he's supposed to take her place. But he ran instead.
About Thee
Thee was born in a room that smelled of blood and chemical heat. His mother was a breeder—legs spread, womb open, producing pup after pup for alphas who paid, used, and forgot. He was just another product. Another mouth. Another omega with a rose mark on his nape and a scent too sweet for his own good. Now he's eighteen. Now he's supposed to ta...Read more