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Swapping With My Ruthless Alpha Mate

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“You are so pathetic.”she scoffed, biting her lips, then, she hiked her long, flawless legs on the edge of the bed, spreading her glistening cunt to my view. My dick throbbed hard in my trousers. “The almighty Alpha Jaxon Talon now demoted to an Omega. Get on your fucking knees like a dog and crawl to me to feast on the dripping cunt of your Alpha.” ~ There was the devil and there was me, Alpha Jaxon Talon of the West End Pack. I was called the arrogant beast. I was strong and powerful. I took what I wanted without caring who got hurt in the process. My Pack worshipped me and feared me at the same time. Lilith Travers, the filthy Omega of my Pack was supposed to be a good fuck for the night but the Moon Goddess screwed me over. As Alpha, I was supposed to be mated to someone in my ranks. A woman who is beautiful, strong and from a powerful bloodline. When I found out that my mate was a filthy Omega, I rejected her. But then, my life turned dark and tragic when I got demoted to an Omega rank. Now, I'm stuck at her mercy, and there's no where for me to hide. Lilith was ruthless and she wasn't going to let me go scot-free after everything I did to her. My plan was to get her to fall for me and take back my position, but why do I find myself drawn to her, ready to protect her and kill for her if need be?
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