Take My Hand. (Viktuuri)

Take My Hand. (Viktuuri)

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Yuri On Ice
Viktor is very rich,famous and handsome alpha.Beta,alpha and omegas are falling at his feet but all they want was his money. Fake smiles,multiple sex partners, achola and addictions take over his life.All he ever wanted was to find his soulmate but he couldn't find them. Suicide came to his mind until he met Yuuri Katsuki,the omega of his dreams. ⚠️!Mpreg!⚠️ ⚠️!Smut!⚠️ ⚠️!Suicide thoughts!⚠️ ⚠️!Drugs!⚠️ BUT!!!!!! A Happy Ending © 2019 ʟᴏᴠᴇʏᴜᴜʀɪᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
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The first omega was tall, a few inches shy of Viktor's own impressive height and breathtakingly beautiful. His messy black hair caressed the edges of his high, delicate cheekbones that tapered into a soft jawline with dark pink lips, full and curved with a seductive cupid's bow. But it was his eyes that threatened to take the very air from Viktor's lungs. The tall omega glanced over at the guests, his eyes meeting Viktor's for a moment. It was quick and brief, a passing glance but it was those eyes that almost seemed to pin Viktor to the spot. A rich honey brown, piercing; those were not the submissive, soft eyes of a normal omega. No omega would willingly meet an alpha's gaze with so much defiance and fire. The second omega was more petite, soft and lithe. His blond hair trailing delicately along his exposed shoulders highlighting the curve of his neck despite a heavy iron collar. He met Otabek's gaze then and there they lingered. The moment those emerald green eyes met his, the Kazakh felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. Those were no gentle, delicate omega eyes. They were hot with anger and steel, unyielding and unforgiving. ~*~ A wild love story between a yakuza and a bratva

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