Dennis's POV
Savannah Jimmy. The woman who should have been mine from the beginning, now my brother's wife.
The arrangement was simple before Jonathan interfered. He would marry Sarah, the fertile omega renowned for helping alphas through their ruts. I would marry Savannah, securing our alliance with the Tide Waves Pack. A duty I embraced willingly because Savannah came with it.
When my father first showed me her photograph and explained my obligations, I felt nothing but anticipation. Savannah sat elegantly in that image, draped in a black sequined gown that revealed her bare shoulders. The dress featured a dramatic slit exposing her legs to the hip.
Those endless legs, that cascade of dark hair, her radiant expression with those full lips. Perhaps it was the omega I had hidden beneath my desk when father entered, her mouth working magic on me, but something ignited when I first saw Savannah. I climaxed instantly.
