Ava was seething by the time she was shown her locker in the Training Centre. She had pricked her fingers so many times during a quick taster lesson in needlework that she was ready to punch someone.
How in the world did they think they could do this to her? This was about her future! She was going to run the family business, not sew and clean! She was not an Omega, but the fact that they treated them like this, giving them no choice about their futures, was outrageous! She had a lot of respect for Omegas, but how they even took all of this s**t was beyond her. Being submissive didn’t mean being a doormat.
If that was what it meant in this place, she would never survive. There was no submissive bone in her body. She would never survive four years doing this. She could have put her head
