Chapter 51

“This will be your cubicle.” The woman with hair shorn as short as the men wore theirs back in her settlement, Ann, led her forward. Eyes shaded the verdant green of new grass were framed by an expression of shame, as if the woman thought the huge room disgraceful. “My apologies that it is not grander. Omegas who live within these halls choose an austere life.”

Twice as large as Dianne’s cottage, this cubicle was full of many wondrous things. Walls that glowed just like the first ship she’d been forced to live in. But these walls were not reflective, only warm and slightly buzzing under her hand. And there was even a separate area for sanitary purposes similar in style to the one in the Alpha’s quarters, only smaller and much more comfortable.

Because it was private.

For sleeping, she was assigned a cot—narrow, covered in fabric—and not an open pit in the center of the room.