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Damian was getting careless.He purposefully lingered in Sasha's apartment, sniffing his underwear, making sure his scent bled into the fabric. He'll die if he couldn't have him. Have this. His sweet omega.Professor Sasha Petrovitch wasn't meant to be coddled; he's meant to be wrecked.Eviscerated.Damian could do that. If only Sasha hadn't rejected him. If only Sasha behaved like a proper omega and submitted to him fully then this wouldn't be happening.There were rules against this type of thing. Treaties. Laws and regulations against alpha's overstepping their boundaries.As pack leader of the Barbaric Prowlers, Damian has broken them all.He couldn't help himself. Words failed him once he invaded Sasha's space. That scent. Jasmine. It drove him mad. Damian wanted to smash him open. Pull him apart as a wolf does to sheep. He's half-possessed.Deranged.This maddening infatuation has destroyed him.And the worst part was Damian, let it.
Silent. Deadly. Devastating.Professor Sasha Petrovitch was now completely under his control. Damian had relentlessly pursued him, patiently waiting in the shadows until the right moment to strike. But with the realization of his desires, came a realization of the consequences. He was now a king, feared by both wolves and the supernatural, with a prophecy looming over him. The hunter has become the hunted, with his half-brother Antonio on a relentless pursuit to destroy him.As the battle intensifies, the question remains: will Damian be able to keep his throne, his omega, and his life? Or will he succumb to the forces working against him and fall into darkness?
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