Knotted By The Woodman
Let me explain…
The alphas in my village are a joke. So I did what any sane, horny, extremely single omega would do. I ordered a mate from our local toy-maker.
I was mostly joking…
But now there’s a seven-foot alpha carved out of a centuries-old tree living in my cottage, and let me tell you… he is solid wood. Everywhere.
Forget a real boy. I got a real man.
And trust me, it’s not his nose that grows.
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