I was sitting at Starbucks drinking a milkshake all by myself. I was mad at Wolfe for some reason. I couldn't stand the idea of someone touching him. I was never jealous before and now that I thought about it, Wolfe was way out of my league. He was a Greek god and I was just some good-for-nothing nerd who only had nice curly hair and was the only male omega in our town.

My gramps used to say that I'd have alphas worship the ground I walk, but I knew those were just fantasies because alphas haven't existed in our town for a long time.

Who knew what processes...