"That was my sister" I explained, "not my girlfriend."
He bit his lip. I wanted to kiss it. "I'm only an omega," he said weakly.
"I don't care," I said simply.
He looked down at the ground. I stood up and dusted myself off, holding my hand out to him. He seemed to wrestle with himself and then blinking back tears, he grabbed it and I helped him up. As he winced, I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it up. There were dark purple bruises all over his body. "Who did this?"
He glanced away. "The pack. They don't treat omegas very well" he explained, "they treat us like slaves."
"You're not a slave anymore" I burst out "You're coming home with me" I snarled.
I pulled on his hand and tugged him towards me. He didn't offer any resistance, obediently following me. I heard footsteps appr
