“What are you doing out here alone, little Omega? Do you have a pack somewhere?” I glanced around, expecting another Alpha to come at me any second for sniffing around his mate. Another surreptitious glance at what I could see past the hood, and I realized I couldn’t get a good enough look at her neck to tell if she’d been marked—bitten and claimed. The way the color drained from her face at the mention of her Alphas, however, spoke fucking volumes.
