Dear Omega,
Quin and I were doing rounds last night and encountered a group of rogues near the boundary trying to cross our land. We were outnumbered but managed to beat those mother fucker.
We went back home wounded. My mom was sickly worried and even my dad cussed so much that my ears almost bled out.
Then I saw you in the dark corner hiding in the shadow.
There was a cold smirk on your lips that gave me chills. And a hint of disappointment in your eyes knowing that I'm still alive.
Mate.
Do you wish for me to die?
The future Alpha
