Caged By My Alpha

They said that omegas are born to be wanted.

I was born to fight.

Pulled from the streets and thrown into a cage, I expected to be sold like an animal. And I would be another prize for a cruel alpha.

But then he came.

"Give me the calmest and most beautiful one."

He owned me.

But what he didn't know...

I would rather burn than forget freedom.

In a world where omegas bow down and alphas win,

Can a heart still find freedom even behind iron bars?