Dear Omega,
I waited for you this morning and had my hand grip your neck as I slammed you into the kitchen's wall. You were caught off guard but you still tried to push me as you choke, gasping for air but I didn't let you go.
You have no right to confuse me, b***h.
You have no right to always pop inside of my head every f*****g single minute.
Stop doing this to me!
As I felt contented, I released your neck and you fell down into the floor with your eyes close, unmoving.
Are you dead now?
The future Alpha
