Rage Unleashed

<p><strong><em>Damian was getting careless.</em></strong></p><p>He purposefully lingered in Sasha's apartment sniffing his underwear making sure his scent bled into the fabric. He'll die if he couldn't have him. Have this. His sweet omega.</p><p>Professor Sasha Petrovitch wasn't meant to be coddled; he's meant to be wrecked.</p><p><em><strong>Eviscerated.</strong></em></p><p>Damian could do that. If only Sasha hadn't rejected him. If only Sasha behaved like a proper omega and submitted to him fully then this wouldn't be happening.</p><p>There were rules against this type of thing. Treaties. Laws and regulations against alpha's overstepping their boundaries.</p><p>As pack leader of the Barbaric Prowlers Damian has broken them all.</p><p>He couldn't help himself. Words failed him once he invaded Sasha's space. That scent. Jasmine. It drove him mad. Damian wanted to smash him open. Pull him apart as a wolf does to sheep. He's half-possessed.</p><p><strong><em>Deranged</em></strong>.</p><p>This maddening infatuation has destroyed him.</p><p>And the worst part was Damian let it.</p>