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322 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 7, 2022
I read once that it’s not power that corrupts. It’s fear. History tells our story differently. But then, history is always written by the winners.
I’m starving, but my expectations are low. The slop they serve is never enough to feel full. Enough to keep us alive, maybe. Thriving and healthy? No. Thin and weak is how they prefer to keep us.
“No,” I growl at her again, and her head snaps up at the sound of my alpha bark coming out. “I don’t give a fuck about some omega creed. You are not sleeping in a fucking cage and you do not need to kneel in front of me.”
“Our scars show that we survived. That we’re still here, still breathing, still fighting. But if you let your scars define your past, then they’ll stop you from having a future.”
Legally, I’m not even allowed to own a blanket. I mean, Jeez. What does the government think we’re gonna do, take over the world, one soft furnishing at a time?
His words warm me from the inside out. Consent is fucking sexy when you’re an omega and at the mercy of your instincts.