An Alpha was supposed to mate with an Omega. Right? That was the logical thing to do. However, Ezreal wasn't one to follow the rules, or what was logical. Ever since you crossed path, you were all he wanted. Needed. Craved.

How many men had he sent to get you? Of course, you were an Alpha, so you put up many fights before he could lay a hand on you. Ezreal was standing there, his long coat making him look taller, as his pheromones blew around you.

"You've been a pain to find."

He groaned, stepping closer to where you were kneeling, hands bound behind your back.

"Heard you were.... 'mingling'. Without my permission."