The Wolf King's omega.
Thirty years.
For exactly thirty years on this day...he had been free. After over three thousand years locked up, it was a wonderful day to celebrate. But Fenrir was lonely. He wanted a mate. Someone to spend his life with. Someone to dote on. Someone to care for.
Now, he sat inside a club, waiting for one of the dancers to come out.
He had been drawn here by a scent.
One that sang to him.
He looked up as the young omega stepped on stage. His eyes began to glow a earthy green as he watched the man dance. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his cock grew hard.
It was him.
Finally.
His intended mate.
He let his alpha scent fill the room, directed it towards this dancer and wrapped his essence around him.
"Mine..."
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