My heart picks up, reminding me that it’s a terrible idea to talk back to trainers, but at least when Marc punishes me, he’ll follow OCC rules. “Lilah,” his growl deepens in a threat I’ve heard a hundred times. “Not since I was like seven years old, Marc.” “Yes, you are,” Marc growls, trying to channel some alpha, but he’s just as beta as every other power-tripping ass of a trainer at the Omega Cultivation Center I’m so unlucky to call home. “I’m not on the dance team!” I call through the thin wood, wishing I could reinforce it with steel bars. “Lilah Darling! You will not blow off another dance team practice.” Bra off, spicy Cheetos, and a TBR pile like whoa, I’m set for the perfect Friday night.īut Trainer Marc keeps knocking like I haven’t spent the past minute plugging my ears. With five deadbolts and a chain locking my door, it should be clear that I’m avoiding all things omega. If you object to cursing, knotting, or MM action, this is not the series for you. Please take care of yourself and avoid if this content will be disturbing.
Lilah has a traumatic past, and the emotions are intense. This story contains references to past physical and sexual assault. May not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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