ZARA:
“Slut!”
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. His words cut deeper than any blade. Tears rolled down my face as the insult echoed through my head—he saw me as nothing.
And yet… part of me still wanted him to see me. To look at me and realize I was worth more than his anger, more than his lust, more than the way the world saw omegas. I just—
Watching him storm out, I didn’t mean to provoke him. I only wanted him to acknowledge me, to look at me with something that resembled love, not hunger. Would he ever look at me again that way?
Maybe if I proved myself—if I worked harder, if I earned respect—maybe he would see I was more than an omega. Or maybe I could show everyone that being an omega wasn’t shameful. The thought lingered, more than it should.
I didn’t notice when I found
