The Omega Queen
I was a tool to be used, nothing more.
The leader of the patrol, a tall and muscular wolf named Jordan, glanced at me, his expression unreadable. He was one of the few who didn’t mock me openly. But I could sense the irritation in his eyes, the frustration at having to babysit me, the “unfit” omega. It was the same look I saw in every pack member’s gaze-those who thought I was weak, useless.
"Follow me," Jordan said gruffly, his tone leaving no room for argument.