Not Many Options

by Jillian West

I know it's possible to love someone else's child like they're your own. I've seen it, I've lived it. Biology doesn't necessarily make a family. Giving love, being there no matter what, putting up with those terrible teenage years despite the kid's shitty attitude… All those things are what defines a parent.

See, totally not feral. I'm decent. A calm example of an alpha… Who's about to mount the omega whimpering under me. Fuck her through the goddamn bed. Bite her so deep she never escapes… That went downhill fast.

"If I break my neck," Riley grumbles. "For the love of God have mercy and bury me in flats."