I remember the Fates. I remember what they told me. That in Paradise Hole I’d find her. And that there’d be no mistakin’ who she was when I met her. I’d know I met my wife. I know. She’s nothin’ I expected and everythin’ I want. I’d expected an Omega who was meek and beautiful, grateful and obedient. Instead, I got rage dipped in honey, dragged through shards of glass. An Omega who’d rather kill herself than be mine, and right now she’s beggin’ me.
