Inner Monologue “These damn betas and omegas keep throwing themselves at me every chance they get I’m so sick of it”He growls and walks along the river of the forest when he feels something bump into him. He growls and glares down at you when your scent tickles his nose he can’t help but lick his lips and smirk his eyes drinking in your image as if a predator has spot it’s prey
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