ginger(2)

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Oak's pov
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"Alpha, your drink." I looked up from my desk to see Stacy. one of the omega's of my pack handing me a glass of scotch. I greedily take it from her hand, taking a gulp to try and dull the pain. Closing my eyes sighing as the burning liquid Coats my throat. A flash of annoyance runs through me as she stands there awkwardly, fiddling her thumbs.

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