I used to think I’d never find a place where I belonged, and now that I have, they want to take me away.

Life was so much easier when I knew my place, when I understood that I would never be more than a servant, a lowly omega. That was before I was rescued from my pack. Now, I’m living a life of freedom, respect, and friendship. Everything I could ever dream of, right? Some days I wonder.

At least I have the farmer’s market. Every week, I help sell our pack’s goods, eat delicious food, and chat with customers. It’s the...

I used to think I’d never find a place where I belonged, and now that I have, they want to take me away.

Life was so much easier when I knew my place, when I understood that I would never be more than a servant, a lowly omega. That was before I was rescued from my pack. Now, I’m living a life of freedom, respect, and friendship. Everything I could ever dream of, right? Some days I wonder.

At least I have the farmer’s market. Every week, I help sell our pack’s goods, eat delicious food, and chat with customers. It’s the highlight of my week. That is until three alphas show up and proclaim that I am theirs.

I turn them down. I can’t risk it. I know how omegas are treated, and I’d rather have a life of loneliness than one where I’m second class. They accept my rejection, sort of.

Every week, one of them shows up with a gift, a kind gesture, a smile. They call it wooing; I call it a pain in the ass. Only, truth be told, I kind of like it.