An Omega’s Fight
Charlie mumbled and I could hear the grinds turning as she tried to recall when they joined.
"Let's just go with that," I said as my brain started to ache, "which is more then enough time to get used to this shit. Besides how nice could their old pack have been? An omega's purpose is to serve, it doesn't matter where you come from, that kind of existence is bound to be shitty. And, it's not exactly hard to be considered nice when next to our pack. We make Umbridge seem nice."
"Umbridge?"
"You know, the crazy cat lady from Harry Potter," I informed her.
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