Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas
I let my gaze drift across them, taking in the torn clothes, the bites, the missing ones.
Only around sixty Omegas are left, out of over one hundred that started.
A Beta approaches quickly, a clipboard in hand, his head bowed in respect. He knows better than to speak until we give him permission. Dagen nods sharply, and the Beta clears his throat, launching into the report.
“We lost thirty-eight Omegas last night,” he says. “Seventeen to the traps, nineteen to the rogues, two to fighting among themselves. Three together managed to kill a rogue.” He hesitates for a breath. “Two of those three died from injuries afterward.”