I sat in the back of my uncle’s old car, arms crossed, staring out the window as the trees flew by.

I was so mad I could’ve screamed, he kept talking about how I needed protection, how this was for my own good, how I couldn’t be trusted alone just because I was an omega.

I was nineteen, not a kid, and I didn’t need some stranger babysitting me.

He said his friend was a strong alpha who’d keep me safe while he was on his business trip.

I didn’t even know this guy, and now I had to live in his house? It was so unfair.

We pulled up...