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Finding a place where he could unwind, recover, and go about his daily life without having to see another omega getting beaten or sexually abused was vital if he was to cling to the fraying threads of his sanity.
“Are you an omega?” Connor raised his lip in a snarl. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted the man. “One more slave for you to fuck? You goddamn alphas are all the same.”
“I’ve never seen an estate that could afford to have that many people on it that wasn’t owned by someone extremely wealthy. What did they farm?” “A bit of this and that. Wheat. Apples. Chickens. Mostly, though, they were farming babies…”
“So the way I see it, if you can’t defend yourself, then someone else has to do it for you. Someone else should do it for you. And I’m so sick to death of people turning a blind eye and saying it doesn’t matter.”
