Chapter 4
Grant concentrated on slowing his breathing as he fought yet another urge to punch Lowther. How could one man be such a heartless bastard? Sure, the man was a beta—he didn’t understand the alpha’s instinctive need to protect omegas. All omegas. And these children needed protection, not from outside dangers, but from crass indifference.
During the man’s grudging tour of the facility, each new section had revealed a greater lack of caring and empathy. The classrooms were grim, functional settings. No children’s art projects proudly displayed, no colorful posters to break the somber monotony, no decorations at all. The whole place was ruthlessly tidy—devoid of the happy chaos of carefree children. Why were they operating this as a military installation? Where was the joy, the make
