~Harlow~
"Omega," he groans lewdly, when I find myself abruptly tossed onto the floor. My backside hits hard. It takes everything not to cry out. He just shoved me, as if he thinks I’m diseased and contagious. My Omega instincts take over, wanting to please the Alphas and beg for forgiveness, but I squash it down quickly. The sting of rejection is like a slap in the face. Stupid Omega instincts and Alpha pheromones are messing with my head.
I touch my fingers to my neck when I feel the trickle of warm blood run down it. Hybrid? I think to myself. I glance at the men to find them glaring at me, and two of them growl, making me flinch. What did I do?
I swallow when the largest of them stands. If looks could kill, I would be dust. His murderous growl is thunderous and I come face to face
