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I've had eyes on them all day. Even with triple guard, I've been keeping my eyes on the eight guest houses Brookshire now occupies.
The longer I watch, the more my heart breaks.
The omegas I've seen are much too thin. They're pale as death.
Jaxon isn't happy. He's snarling at the injustice and pawing at the back of my mind, begging to be let out. I refuse to call omegas by their rank. It's an understanding that they will serve but they are well cared for. Respected. They get paid for most of the work they do just like everyone else.
My hands hold the metal railing on my private balcony, unintentionally bending it in my grip.
I refuse to take advantage of anyone. It's what cowards do. What my father did.
I feel my jaw tick. I'll never forget that day when I had to...
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