It was late in night. He ran along the beach as he hugged his little son. The oysters hurt his bare feet. It was not important. Neo was finally able to escape from his bitch's alpha. He was tired. He sat on sands and start crying.

Mark walked slowly in beach and smoked. Less than an hour later, he realized that his Omga had betrayed him. He hoped the sea would calm down him, and suddenly He smelled strawberries and sweet cream and heard a weak cry.