The limousine was making its way north to the Royal North Pack. You were staring out the window, wondering what kind of job you would be doing as his staff. He was studying you, unsure why he was taking you to his pack. He didn't even want a mate, but as the King he felt the pull and knew you were his queen. He could not reject you, but he could keep you at arms length. "Tell me your name little omega, and then tell me what you like to do."
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