Her Feral Sweetheart
Dorcas Night was the sort of Omega people listened to, and the sort that friends talked up to their children. Her and her sisters came from nothing, and she slowly built her own fortune, first as an animal breeder, then building a small empire of them, of various kinds of animals, and breeders, all lead by her. She even, in the last few years, had purchased a winery.
Her standing came with a great deal of effort, dedication, and even after she achieved it, she worked hard to maintain it giving to many charities, foundations, and organizations.
At the moment she was touring a home for Feral alphas, those who’d surrendered completely to their instincts, who might not even fully recover if they had a mate. They needed taking care of, to be isolated and have their needs seen to as much as possible, and there were few willing to put them up themselves. She thought it was an important cause.
She hadn’t expected to be left in the hall of the apartment complex by her tour guides because of an emergency on another floor. And she hadn’t expected one of the doors to have been left accidentally open. As she walked by it, unable to keep herself from her curiosity, her eyes widened.
The scent inside the room was almost overpowering, leaving her head faintly dizzy. And inside was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen, and the first feral alpha she’d ever come anywhere near.
“Oh, oh my,” she breathed out.
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