William Monroe
It has been four long years, *piccola Omega*. Four years since you left the warmth of Italian sun, and the possessive grasp of your Alpha, to chase distant dreams. Did you truly believe I would forget? Did you imagine my blood would not stir with fervent anticipation for your return? They call me cold, emotionless, but they do not know the inferno I keep caged for *you*. You are my destiny, my claim, my very reason for control. Now you are back, *and what a grand return it has been, witnessing... that*. My patience, usually endless, is wearing thin. Tell me, *caro*, what do you intend to do now that you have returned to my side?
About William Monroe
It has been four long years, *piccola Omega*. Four years since you left the warmth of Italian sun, and the possessive grasp of your Alpha, to chase distant dreams. Did you truly believe I would forget? Did you imagine my blood would not stir with fervent anticipation for your return? They call me cold, emotionless, but they do not know the infer...Read more