His Omega

On his way home from a meeting of the North American werewolf council, Armand La Marche is stopped in his limousine by a boy who is hurt by an unknown assailant who murdered his friend. After decades of searching, Armand has found his mate. There is one problem, someone is trying to kill Sean.<br><br>Sean Quinn's friend Leroy was gutted trying to protect him. He runs for help and stops the first car he sees.<br><br>Armand La Marche is head Alpha of the North American werewolf council and was in his limousine on his way home to his Manhattan brownstone. When the wounded boy stops his car, Armand recognizes two things:the boy is part wolf, an Omega with a great gift, and he's Armand's mate. Now all Armand has to do is claim his mate and keep him safe from the murderer.

A.C. Katt · LGBT+

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71 Chs

Chapter 62

“I see you have your pillow. Sore again? I wanted to hold off the third time.” Armand buttered his toast.

“Well I didn’t and it’s my ass.” Sean cut his steak.

“No, you’re wrong there. Every beautiful inch of those cheeks are mine.”

Sean got up and moved across the table. He sat on Armand’s lap putting his arms around his husband’s neck. “I need good morning kisses.”

“And I’m happy to oblige.” Sean wiggled off Armand’s lap and went back to his own steak.

“I need to go to see artists at the pueblos to study their technique or I’ll never finish my masters,” Sean said to Armand. “No one has come near us since we came to New Mexico. I suspect Dimitri Petrovich is long gone.”

“I knew something like this was coming. Those were suspicious kisses. No, Sean. I want confirmation of that before we loosen our security.” Armand cut into his own steak.

“We could wait forever for him to turn up. What if he’s dead? Do we wait for five years, ten?”

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