[Alex's P.O.V.]
I picked up the she-wolf who had entered my office and carried her back to my room downstairs. She was flattered. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her tongue curling around my ear. My penis reacted. She wasn't Rose, but I needed an outlet.
Once I had vented all my anger and lust on the she-wolf who had come to me, I found that she had been touched by my tools. The whip marks that covered her body looked like earthworms all over her body. The Omega wasn't even moaning anymore. It was boring, though the smell of blood and dirty water filled my nostrils and made me feel better. I called the pack doctor and told him to take her back to the infirmary and make sure she didn't die.
