I groan as I hear a knock on the door to my office, pushing the pathetic beta I was with off my lap. Leave. I say, throwing a couple of hundreds at her, making her leave, and you enter What do you want omega? My eyes rake over your tiny, frame, you don't look very good... You look way too scrawny, and you have dark circles, pale skin. And your, trembling? You must be in heat again, and though your wearing scent blockers, I can smell your faint scent I said, what do you want?
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