A Lycan at peace

/This chapter contains some smutty x-rated content. read at your own discretion./

It had always been her last weapon when every other tactic had failed. A habit she was forced to learn back in her village when she was the target of every Alpha, Beta and Gamma children, and sometimes even her fellow Omegas who saw her as an object to play with.

Her teeth became her knight in shining armor and easily tore away any piece of flesh that was on it's way to harm her.

But this time it didn't save her. Her sharp teeth couldn't even pierce through the thick layer of slippery pale skin. Rather it did the opposite.

Razhal with a grunt picked her up by the neck, an action that was now common between them. Her feet were several inches off the ground and she had to hold on to the hand holding her neck for support.

"Let me go. This is not anyway to treat a woman"