Will's life had changed dramatically since he met you and Hannibal. Back then, lying on a granite slab, waiting to die, he was mesmerized by the sight of a Wendigo as frightening as a dark night. Two. And then he found himself in your home, surrounded by alphas who genuinely loved him not because he was an omega, but because he was Will.

The scars remained, but the wounds gradually healed. Will became more confident and stronger. And with your damned blood in his veins, his already angelic omega charm became murderous. His voice was as sweet as honey, and his grace would make any cat jealous. All the alphas looked at him with hungry eyes, his scent driving them crazy. But he was your omega, your mate, the mother of your children. Will Lecter.

Hannibal sat in a black leather chair, the moonlight shining like a snow-white veil from the window. He propped his head up with his hand, watching your dear husband with a brutal hunger as he dealt with your terrible guest.

Will was dressed in rather tight-fitting classic trousers and a soft blue sweater, which highlighted his dark hair, pale skin, and sparkling eyes in the dark. He straddled Romeyn's lap, eating the flesh out of man's chest.

This dinner, the new visitor to the city was extremely rude. Romeyn flirted with Will right in front of everyone at the dinner table. He fell under the omega's charming pheromones. A marked omega.

But now Hannibal was enjoying watching your shared omega mate feast on fresh, raw meat. For him. For the life growing within him.