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Kevin was sitting on the couch and hugging himself as he waited. And Alpha had showed up in his place that morning and delivered all that Alpha speech that Kevin hated with all his strength because it was against his belief. Just because he was an omega it didn’t mean he couldn’t have his own house and work as a nurse. Sure, heats were complicated but he would usually spend them stuffing himself with suppressants.

But there was also the physical strength. He had none. And he could hardly win a fight against an Alpha so he decided to come peacefully and see what all that fuss was about. And when the other Alpha entered the room, he got up from his spot in the couch and crossed his arms on his chest. “My name is Kevin Dawson.” He said sounding rather defensively.

Ry raised an eyebrow at the Omega and tilted his head to one side, studying the male. Apparently, this one was not exactly happy to be there at the moment and he sighed. Even though this one had a very enticing scent, he was not about to sentence a poor Omega into a life he did not want. And from the other’s body language, he did not want this.

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Ry sighed as he approached his modest home in London, knowing what was coming. His father had warned him that if he did not find an Omega to mate with, then he’d find one for him. And find one his father had. The call he received while at work confirmed that Roger Dimmock was not an Alpha to mess with, even with an Alpha for a son. All he knew what that his future mate was going to be waiting for him inside his home. He just hoped that this one would have at least a mind of his own. He wanted someone who could hold an intelligent conversation.

However, as soon as the Alpha opened the front door and entered, he was assailed by the sweetest scent he never knew existed. Making sure he made enough sound as to not startle the Omega, he followed the scent until he reached the living room. Sitting as still as possible was the Omega, so very appealing...

             Daryl turns to look back at the other              when he hears them moving around,

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Crossroads Inc. was (most likely) the biggest and most influential company on the market at the moment and it wasn’t anybody else than Crowley who reigned inside of those four walls. Crowley, the self-declared King of Wall Street was living a pretty good life. Not that it had always been like that, but now? Now there were only few people comparing to him. 

Probably a few more on the angelic side of society, but Crowley couldn’t care less about those. He cared about the demons of the world who were the majority of his clients. What the fluffy-feathered guys on the other side of the looking glass did? Pft. None of his business. Unless they owed him money. 

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“Shhhh… Just follow me.” Lucas said pulling Daryl’s hair behind his ear, a gesture that had become so natural to Lucas since Daryl seemed to never reject it, and then resting both his hands on Daryl’s hips and pulling him close to his body. “Everyone can dance if they have the right partner…” He whispered back with his soothing voice. “Just relax and follow my lead. You’ll be fine. I promise.” He said wanting to sound as calming as the other had sounded urgent.

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Lucas moved his lips against Daryl’s , his tongue slipping into Daryl’s mouth as Lucas shifted his hands from Daryl’s shirt to his hips, holding him close.

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