Of course. That’s right.

She’s ours. Hers to claim and tame.

Destined for us and our cocks.

No one touches what belongs to the alphas without recessions.

Their status.

Their fame.

Their influence, requirements, and wealth breeds them. Without a doubt, Wendy Grimwolf was going to be a massive headache the second I knew she was our mate.

She became their headache.

They hate to admit the truth of not letting an Omega, who is their mate, want to control them, but it is what it is.

Loving someone is showing them pain and causing them tears like they think she deserves.

That’s the sort of fate we found ourselves...