surprisinglypretty

Tristan Lee, a dominant alpha through and through, meets Justin Vincent Alvarez—an omega who has never gotten his first heat in his 22 years of life. 

A fateful encounter between the two intertwines their fates, making them meet over and over again, just because Tristan helps Justin in his first heat. 

With the things tying their fates together, read how their love story will unfold.

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The face that I have been longing to see all this time made my heart skip a beat as if I fell in love with him over again. 

His cat-like icy blue eyes stared at me as if he was looking into my soul, while I felt like I was drowning in them. I was getting sucked in again without any care for what has happened before—for what broke me into thousands of pieces. 

Just a single look from him made me realize how much I still love him after all this time.

"Justin..." I called his name. "Yes?" He responded, feigning innocence as if he doesn't know how much that eye contact affected me. He had a different kind of effect on me that no one could ever compare to. 

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to do. 

I don't feel hesitant in doing this at all. Instead, I feel nervous that he might reject me. 

He must have hated me a lot after all that. But I can't afford to lose him again. If I do... I might really lose myself this time. 

"Please love me, my omega." 

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*R18* 

NOTE: This story contains sexual content and vulgar words that may not be appropriate for some readers.

Cover art: @tamailustra 

Next book: "The Alpha's Downfall" is now up! The story takes place in the same universe.

Love Me, My Omega!

I looked up to see who it was and saw that it was Justin.

"Are you filming a drama or what? You're so good at acting like you're the victim, Andre," he said as he walked closer towards us.

He was holding two bottles of water. Earlier, he left to get us some water because I said I was thirsty and he just came back now.

I'm kind of getting nervous now that he's here. Is he mad?

"Daryl, let go of that scumbag," he commanded with authority in his voice. I just stared at him, refusing to let go of Andre.

"What are you doing? I said let go," he said as his forehead creased.

I can tell from his pheromones. No, even without his pheromones, I can tell that he's definitely angry.

"No," I said firmly as I glared at him. His facial expression became more distorted. "Daryl," he called my name with a warning tone.

"I don't want to," I said, still not wanting to let go of him.

Chapter 45