Elian's POV
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"Alpha class wolf?" Elian repeated the report the system gave him, his face scrunching up.
And not because of the numbing heat coiling behind his stomach or the fact his body was drenched in enough sweat to fill a bath tub.
Or that his dick kept rising and falling like it was being controlled by some invisible remote... For fuck's sake, who knew an Omega's heat could be so jarring?
[Yeah, Alpha class. You know... Beyond the soldier class and within the realm of a wolf sovereign. Werewolf power systems on your planet aren't really complicated.]
Elian smiled with sarcasm. "I never got to learn about werewolf power systems. Most of my life the only thing I knew was to bow to the nobles and wealthy and hide my face long enough in hopes of not catching anyone's attention."
[Which wasn't so hard with your unremarkable appearance.]
