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Chapter 32: Less Chaotic

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I shot him a mild glare. “Can you blame me if I ate with a mess earlier? And who told you that if an Omega ate like it’s her last meal is also messy in her chores?”

The Alpha narrowed her eyes, somewhat surprised and in disbelief.

“Your actions will say otherwise after I checked your work.”

I swallowed. He’s challenging me.

And pressuring me.

For Omegas, we’re already bombarded by tasks and chores the moment we already learned to walk. My childhood (and most of Omegas’ childhoods) is more of a
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