The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the diner as I sat with Jace again at the same spot as yesterday, but the atmosphere was much calmer and this time he had answered more of my questions—about what it meant to be an omega, about the instincts I might start noticing, about the way others might react to me. Each answer was direct, honest, without the cryptic hesitation Nolan often showed. It was refreshing, even if the information itself was overwhelming.
"So these rogues," I said, keeping my voice low, "they're alphas who don't follow any rules?"
Jace nodded, his expression darkening. "They reject pack structure, reject the responsibility that comes with power. All they want is to build their own strength, their own influence. And they see unclaimed omegas as a way to do that."
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