His Convenient Omega
The Alpha of the Thomson Pack sent me a mind-link, ordering his son and heir, Wright, to come home. He was about to meet his future mate.
But Wright, my childhood friend, was lying fast asleep beside me, his upper body bare, the fresh bite marks from our passion last night still stark against his shoulder.
I assumed the message was just a prank from our elders, so I nudged him awake to tease him about it.
But he just lazily asked me to help him pick out a ceremonial dagger, one imbued with power, as a gift for his mate-to-be.
Seeing me freeze, Wright shot me a dismissive glance, the corner of his mouth twitching into a condescending smirk.
"Emma, what's with that reaction?"
"We're just... convenient for each other, aren't we?"
"You didn't really think the Moon Goddess destined you for me, did you?"