
James, lost in a book under the dim glow of a study lamp, doesn't notice the golden-eyed Alpha watching him from the shadows... until Net's rough hand pins his wrist to the desk, his growl vibrating through James' body as he whispers, 'You smell like mine!' One library. One Alpha. One Omega who never knew what he was. Net claims what's his, and James discovers that some hungers can't be denied. A #NetJames short story.All Rights Reserved