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Intro. For years, we were luxury merchandise in a clandestine casino hidden between velvet and expensive perfume. Our neck carried a steel ring: not for beauty, but to prevent an Alfa from marking us. We weren't his, we were all. I was the most requested omega. The most damaged. He who learned not to react. Not to feel. To survive without a soul. And then, he arrived ....

Renard Delacroix (Bl-Alpha-Top)

@★ Aaron