The last hope of the lupus, Omega is the only one who can defend the race now. A mysterious island in the middle of the Pacific will be decisive to clarify doubts about his past and his duty as the tenth savior.
"Run away from me while you can." The alpha above whispers, his hot minty breathe warming Louis' temple who only looks up defiantly,
"What if I don't want too?"
"I'm not a nice man, Louis."
"Who said I'm asking you to be one."
"I'm not what you want, trust me on that, omega."
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The fic inspired by 50 shades of Grey.