be

les and disappointments. Being an Omega wasn't just a curse-it was a

, the reason his life fell apart. He didn't call me his daughter; he called me a murderer, a killer who had stolen

t or, worse, as though I was something to be ashamed of. They were Alpha warriors, strong and respecte

ough, stayed out of their way, or did everything perfectly, they mig

ented should've given me a chance to prove myself, to show my family and the Pack that I wa

Omega. The look on my father's face was one of pure disgust, his lips curli

his voice cold and final. "Get out of m

d shoved it into my arms. I stood there, frozen, as he slammed the door behind me. I'd been

alling it a shelter was a joke. The roof leaked when it rained, the walls were covered in mildew, and the floors wer

t. My red hair and freckles made me stand ou

me. "Freckle-face. Y

that I wasn't welcome. I learned to survive on scraps, keeping my head down and

curling into a ball to block out the cold and the hung

tend, even for a little while, that I was more than just an Omega. I th

for every second of it. I dreamed of becoming a doctor, of leaving the Pack be

fference, and proving to everyone that I wa

past the hunger gnawing at my stomach, to ignore the exhaustion weighing down my

there w

I wasn't completely alone. He was bold, sassy, and unapologetically hims

hat the rest of the Pack hated me. From the moment w

ould, his biting remarks shutting dow

coffee-brown eyes blazing. "Go ahead. I dare you. L

y's, insisting that I deserved to hav

ith that mischievous grin of his. "Who cares what anyone thinks? You're Amber

" I'd mutter, tryin

he'd shoot back, his lau

y friend, the only person who

yed him in the wor

rything crashed down on me. How was I supposed to look him in the eye after

this secret before Ree

ld happen now that Rayne-his R