Their Runaway Omega
Want more standalones? Check out Their Runaway Omega -Anastasia- My small body struck the ground forcefully, my hands scraping against the rough surface and leaving painful cuts. I winced as the children's laughter surrounded me, taunting and mocking. I struggled to hold back tears, but they welled up anyway, a stark reminder of my vulnerability. I didn’t dare turn around, but one of the other girls, Lisa, grabbed me and forcibly turned me to face her. “Look at her,” she laughed. “She’s crying. Are you still a baby? A baby Omega?” “Omegas are so sensitive,” another girl chimed in. “Always seeking attention,” Lisa snarled, her face inches from mine. The group of girls laughed at my expense, while Lisa held my tiny arm in a vice-like grip. She was much stronger than me, having received
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