The cursed omega
Finally, omegas.
I took a seat beside the other omegas. One of them was my best friend, Selene. Now here's the thing: Selene isn’t exactly weak, but God, she's allergic to everything. Trees, grass, animals, the sun and even some werewolves. It was that bad. The omega forum, usually silent and half-dead, was buzzing today.
"What's going on?" I asked Selene.
"It's about the mating ceremony," she said.
"What about it?"
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