Chapter Two
WES
I feel so silly. I feel so stupid for yet another panic attack. I was sure that I could hold out this time, I was sure that it wouldn’t happen today. But it still happened.
Listening to some ‘expert’ talk about how abusing Omegas was good for their health and personality, how it was actually better than Omegas who chose their own mates and were in an equal relationship. It reminded me too much of the s**t we had to go through when I was trying to get a divorce.
I’ve already heard it all before. Omegas in relationships with strict roles are supposedly happier. Omegas without higher education are supposedly happier. Omegas staying at home and not working and having a real social life are supposedly happier.
And all it ever meant for me were bruises, broken bones, a body
