Possessive Wrath

~Vaughn~

I should have known. The moment I left her for five goddamn minutes, I should have known she’d attract trouble like honey drips calling in every starving fly.

My little Omega sitting at a table, looking nervous and too sweet for her own good, and of course some slick-haired, sun-burned dude.

As I walked the first thing I felt was how wrong the air was. You ever step into a place and