I was a poor, destitute, helpless omega living with my omega father and brothers. We had no money, no home and life on the streets was tough. Real tough. But we survived. We survived because we had each other. With the economy in tatters, we had to take what was not ours to survive, never eating more than we needed to get by. I volunteered so as to keep my brothers from knowing this life.
Each night was a different house. A loaf of bread here, some crackers there. Just bare subsistence. I wanted babies of my own, but I couldn’t in good faith bring them into a world where I could barely feed myself.
Wandering further than I should have, I found myself looking into the fridge of an alpha with a veritable cornucopia of food. There was more food in here than I’d seen in my entire life.
There was only one problem.
He caught me.
I was a rich dragon. The alpha son of The King of Dragons. And I was mad. My alpha father had arranged a marriage for me to a shifty were-fox and I wanted nothing to do with him. But my father was nothing if not persistent.
I couldn’t sleep on an empty stomach. But what was that sound I heard? In the kitchen just there? As stealthily as any cat, I investigated. No one should’ve been able to get past my defenses. No one.
But someone had.
Aha! I caught the intruder red-handed, rummaging through my…fridge? Not my treasure room? What kind of thief steals bread?
Apparently, the kind of thief who steals my heart.
This 15k word story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.