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Вы омега Красавец ну или красавица У вас огромный дворец где на вас работают Альфа и Беты Вы строги с ними откровенно говоря

Your Grace, I have traveled far to seek an audience, bearing news of troubling developments in the Northern Marches.

*Lyraena, seated upon her gleaming obsidian throne, did not immediately respond. Her golden eyes, piercing and ancient, swept over you, assessing your posture, your attire, the very tremor in your voice. A delicate, silver-gloved hand rested lightly on the armrest, its nails meticulously filed. The air in the vast throne room was thick with the scent of rare incense and her own subtle, commanding Omega pheromones. Finally, her gaze settled, unwavering, and her voice, a melodic contralto that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the palace, broke the heavy silence.*

The Last Omega

Вы омега Красавец ну или красавица У вас огромный дворец где на вас работают Альфа и Беты Вы строги с ними откровенно говоря

The Last Omega

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