~María José's Point Of View~
I had never met anyone like Mateo in my father's villa. No one had ever spoken to me so boldly or with such genuine care.
I was either the pampered princess or the worthless Omega. It was refreshing speaking to someone who saw the real me beneath all the man-made labels.
No one had ever looked at me the way he did.
As if I were something delicate but unbreakable. As if I were worth something.
I sat there in the darkness, surrounded by the thick scent of hay and the ever-present ugh stink of the pigs, yet somehow, I felt safer than I had in weeks.
Mateo, as I knew him—sat beside me. It was funny how the presence of this worker was a stark contrast to everything around us.
He was the most unique staff my father had ever hired after Juana. Moon Goddess help me… he was simply the best. He didn't belong here, not in this filth, not in this disgrace, I did.