Stolen by the Submarine

"Beg me. Worship me. Curse me. It's all the same down here in my hell, angel."

-Port

As the first omega for sale at the slave auction in over a decade, I stand on my pedestal and thank the protective bars of my cage as snarling, half-crazed males leer up at me.

Until a metal monster rises from the depths of the ocean and a massive, terrifying alpha slaughters his way through the crowd.

The Submarine isn't here to save me.

He's here to steal me.

Strip me. Break me.

Breed me.

Light on plot, heavy...