I stared at her with my lips half-opened while she was flashing a questioning look at me, wondering why I am looking at her the way I do. Not sure if I am the only one who heard what she had said, but if another omega did. They will surely gang up on me and make my life harder to live in this place.
I tore my eyes off her and looked around to check whether it's just really the two of us here and to my relief. Yes, we are.
When I look back at her. Claishia is slightly moving her hand in front of her face as an attempt to get rid off the filthy reek of the delta's sleeping quarter.
"Can we not have a conversation here? It smell so bad here that I want to vomit!" She whined. I breathe deeply, now that she opened up a new topic. It's my chance to engage with this conversation so we don't
