I rubbed at my aching eyes, asking myself if this is real? Am I really talking to a high-ranking person without a whip on their hand or at least a crowd watching my execution take place?

“It’s not, with your pretty face.” Indeed, even when I’m an Omega, my white gold hair and sapphire eyes boasts enough beauty, if not too much.

“All of us are beautiful if we have enough money and privilege to be taken care of,” I scoffed. Taking a moment’s rest beneath my new bounty: an apple tree filled with fat, red succulent fruits.

“I hope you don’t mind if I fill my bag with these...