HOT SHOTS™

BOND N' BLOOD™

     Glenn and Daryl met nine years before shit went to hell. He could remember like it was the other day. Glenn had come into his life and moved all the furniture 'round. They made a life and had their own little family. All that is jeopardised when the dead start walking. They have to count their days as blessings, but each day gets harder, especially for Glenn.

Daryl would risk his life and more for Glenn and his son to go another day, in this hell, they call life. As an Alpha and a Mate, he just wants the best for his family.

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Part of the Omegaverse™ series.
by JazamineLake /smexyndjfnf on Wattpad

ABO universe (Alpha Beta Omega)
contains gore and sex

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Glenn and Daryl met nine years before shit went to hell. He could remember like it was the other day.

Daryl had been down on his luck. His drugged brother was God knows where with a bunch of a-hole Alphas that would probably get him into some stupid shit before the night was over. The busty blonde he was dating had moved on, noticing his apparent disinterest in her, like he was with most of the female betas and omegas he'd slept with. That, or they were fucked by Merle. Daryl grunted at the thought, sipping the bourbon one of his acquaintances had bought for him when the heard the news of his dumping. His 'friends', Burt and Quinn were cousins and he had known them since he was twenty, starting off as hunting buddies. 

  Burt was thirty-seven and already balding, which he liked to blame his marriage to Jessica on. He was gaining a bit of a potbelly from all the extra bears and lack of exercise, he burped like a hog, annoying Daryl. Still, he said nothing to the fellow Alpha. Quinn was forty and happily mated to Samantha, who he took pride in coddling and showing off. Quinn, unlike Burt, kept in good shape and had a thick head of hair with dark hair and eyes. He had paid for the drinks, having to be able to afford it working at a big insurance company. It was Alphas like Quinn and Burt that pissed him off, up to now he didn't know why he still associated with them. Heh, if Merle heard him using words like that- much less thinking like that, he'd say some shit about Daryl thinkin' he was better than everyone.

Truth was, he couldn't care less for these people in this hick bar, especially Burt and Quinn. They just managed to piss him off, with their ignorance and egos. Quinn had the most beautiful omega mate. Daryl had the pleasure to meet a few times and he could tell she was more than a beautiful face, the Omega was smart and strong-willed. But, with Quinn, she had to play the doll head type. He felt sorry for the gal, not to mention Burt's wife. She was simply unhappy. Sure, she had maybe felt love for the guy earlier on, but now, she didn't and Daryl could tell. However, she was trapped in a Mating because she had given Burt a son, Kyle. The pup was three now and should have his Father by his bedside right about now, instead, the fat fuck was drinking.

   Daryl sure as hell knew, if he ever got Mated and had a pup, he'd be by their side, no matter how annoying it got. He would not be his father or worse, Merle. But that may never happen all because of a straightforward thing. He prefered flat chested omegas, omegas with a certain arsenal. He liked his omegas with short hair and a fucking prick. It wasn't like he liked to admit it. For fuck sake, he spent almost twenty years denying it. But, it was getting harder to cover up when his relationships lasted a maximum of months. And it wasn't like he was getting any younger, Daryl had just hit thirty-nine. He looked damn great for it, but that didn't change the fact. Plus, he wouldn't mind having a family. A real one. A chance to settle down with some pretty thang and popping a litter or two at a quaint house just out of eyes reach, where he could teach his pups to hunt and give up late nights alone. Late nights bailing out Merle and driving around in wanna be gangs.