The Perfect Mate
“We really aren’t supposed to let omegas down here when our more feral alphas are in rut like this,” the beta hedged once the lift opened up to the basement floor.
“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t,” Mingi said flippantly, breezing past the beta to follow the alluring scent that had been calling to him ever since he’d first entered the illegal auction house.
As Mingi drew closer and closer to the growling, muzzled alpha chained up in a pen at the far end of the room, it seemed like his many years of searching for his true mate were finally about to pay off.
And oh, he was perfect.