If I leave you here, you'll definitely be violated, Fred thought grimly as he glanced down at Damien. These omegas are eager to fuck your dick, and honestly, I don't blame them. You're handsome, after all.
His lips twitched. Still… why the fuck did you come to club when you hate omegas, you dumb fuck?
The air inside the club was thick and suffocating, filled with the loud, overlapping chatter of people and the heavy scent of alcohol. Different aromas of food mixed chaotically with cigarette smoke, creating an intoxicating haze and lingered in the lungs. The bass from the music thumped violently against the walls, vibrating through the floor and straight into the bones.
It was the best club in town.
And that was exactly where Damien was.
