A Sneak Peek to the Sequel: Part 6

A Way Out

Well my best friend’s words, even when she herself is now on the afterlife, is not wrong though.

Survival of the fittest is often not only being able to endure deep wounds and whipping, empty stomach and crying. It’s also being able to use your body to the most delicious advantage even if we have to bid ourselves to the highest bidder.

For some, being an Alpha’s Pet, his bed warmer, is a new level of torture.

But for an Omega like me, it’s a new way out. A new way to climb on top without actually climbing.

Omegas being shields. Omegas being the Alpha’s construction builders. Omegas being…sex slaves. Well the latter is not new to me considering we’ve been through worse, but…

‘Being it an actual title? Alpha’s Pet? Seriously?!’

I can only pray to the Moon Goddess that our pussy would survive for at least a day if one of us is even hired.

No—not hired. Promoted. Yes, being an Alpha’s Pet and bed warmer is a big deal that