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I had always been simple. Not because I didn’t want more out of life, but because life had made it painfully clear that people like me didn’t get "more."
I was born an Omega in Bolarish Pack, lowest in rank, invisible in most rooms, overlooked in all conversations. When my father was still alive, things felt a little less cold. He had been a warrior, a strong and respected one despite my rank. He gave me love, warmth, and a roof over my head—his house in the city, awa ...
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