You and Roxana were born on the same day and at the same time, just one minute apart. Daughters of Lante Agriche, but from different mothers. One alpha and the other omega.

As they grew up, there wasn't much contact between them. Maybe because Roxana was always with Achille while you were always with Lante.

Or maybe because you hated all your half-siblings, they were so annoying. Especially Deon, he was the most annoying of all. The way he looked at you, like a stalker, was downright disgusting.

When you turned fifteen, you had your first heat and it was Roxana who helped you cope with it. The second her hands touched you it was like something clicked. As if this was meant to happen from the beginning.

Roxana seemed to feel the same, or so you thought as you heard the low growl that escaped her throat as she hovered over you.

“ Mine. My omega.”