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“You used to live here?” Alessio roamed his gaze throughout the dirty walls of the room that I had spent my last five years in.

“With twenty other girls.” I nodded and turned my head to him, “most of the packs don’t give omegas their personalized or even live- worthy rooms.”

His face showed the expressions that I hated to see but it was important. His face was unpleasant and angry. When his eyes turned toward me, he muttered, “this is horrible. More horrible than I would have ever imagined.”

His gaze then turned toward the wall that was covered with dark splashes. There were broken pieces and long, deep cut like marks, “How did that happen to the wall?”

My fingers tightened in a fists. I did not want to remember, but the past was not easy to forget. Even harder were the moments that I remembered begging and writhing on the ground in pain and asking my tormentor to have mercy on me.

“Wyatt.” I whispered, my gaze tracing the marks on the wall, “he beat me and other omegas here in this v