Westin and I were the two unbonded omegas in the group, and I felt a level of solidarity with her. She was twenty-three, just like me, and though we had never talked about using suppressants, I was sure she was on them. She was petite and striking—her long hair almost silver as she put it in a ponytail. It was hard for me to imagine that someone that looked like her could still be unbonded.
