Rory
I felt conflicted. On one hand part of me wanted to hate him. Part of me wanted to rip his throat out. I wanted to bite, growl, nash my teeth. I wanted this male to see my displeasure. I wanted him to see how badly hes f****d up, but on the other hand I felt empathy for him. I could feel his turmoil. I could feel his fear, his shame. I wanted to comfort him. He was my wolf. If I was taking up my position as Shawns mate, the Queen to his King, then Percy was my wolf. He was my subordinate. As impossible as it sounds to be of a higher rank as an omega.
I saw the moment the potion took effect. Percy's body sagged as if the internal and invisible chains holding him, binding him, broke. James and Jeremy still kept him in their grasp. The twins' strength alone was powerful but together,
