The omega shouldn’t be too hard to identify, or so she thought. After a week, she’d seen enough pushing, shoving, and arguing that she wasn’t sure who was at the bottom of the pecking order. The only omega Andrea had ever seen in person was submissive to a fault. The way she hung on to Silverbane’s every word and offered her own life when his was threatened was sickening. If there was anything Andrea had learned, it was that a girl had to look after herself. No one had ever looked after her.
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