"I don’t want to leave this place," he said. She stared at him in utter shock.
"W-Why would you say that? Do you love being tortured?" She asked, confused.
"No, but I don’t want to leave here; if I leave, Luke will still send his men after me, and I don’t know how to live like an Omega because I am used to being an alpha." He said, sounding hurt. His words made her weak; she didn’t know how to react.
"This is all my fault." She said and heaved a sigh.
"It is equally my fault." He said and freed himself from her grip, struggling to walk toward the door with his weak legs as he brushed his bare feet across the broken glass particles on the floor, injuring his feet. He didn’t react to the cut; he just kept walking.
"Wait! You don’t want to live as an Omega, but would you rather live as
