Chapter 27

Zevara’s POV

My breath trembled. “I want you to fuck me, my Alpha sir.”

The words spilled out of my lips—steady despite the tremors in my lips. Firm—because I meant every single word.

He didn’t say a word; just his posture still rigid. His eyes staring down at me like I’m a sinner at his mercy; I bet he can see my dripping pink cunt. Then his nose twitched like he’s already giddy from my scent and arousal.

I didn’t fucking hold back anymore. “I want you to claim me, my Alpha sir.”

I’m not ashamed anymore; I have accepted my fate. “I came to let you know that my untouched cunt is yours now. To use. To claim. To ruin…. I present myself as a living sacrifice for you.”

My words surprised me. They were like nursery pms.

Where did I learn those words from?

I guess arousal and desperation has a way of discovering one’s hidden talent.

Who could have thought that the innocent Omega would be on her knees composing a pm just so for a