His mate's an alpha. He's an omega.
Most think he is weak. But he couldn't be far from that.
He strengthens the pack, defying the logic of status, and the fearful alpha couldn't cherish him more.
"Hi little Lin. I must have scared you by shooting that strange, perverted man, huh? I mean, who just climbs into someone else's bed? At least he's gone." I sigh and go to squeeze Lin, but he jumps out of my arms and onto the floor. He stares up at me, before opening his jaws.
The leader, in an impressive display of dexterity for a man who'd had his shoulder dislocated less than three days previously, vaulted the desk and dashing to the nearest window, unhooked the boards covering it and threw it open.