Chapter 11
Rafe had twisted his body and watched as Grant kicked the facility’s door, demanding entrance. Once the man had disappeared inside, Rafe sighed and faced forward. It was good the little girl wasn’t in danger any longer. Of course, not in danger was a relative term. She still faced a life of servitude to an alpha who likely wouldn’t love her, and certainly wouldn’t let her grow as a person.
Maybe when she was used up, they’d bring her back to this hellhole to care for a new generation of omega slaves. A burst of bitter laughter escaped his lips. Wouldn’t it be a good joke if he ended up with her, once his womb withered and his usefulness ended?
His fists clenched at the vision of cold-hearted bastards profiting off omegas’ suffering. It might not be Lowther, but some other mon
