ELAYNE'S POV

I can still feel that dirty Omega's hands on me.

She shoved me, and made me hit the ground like some untrained pup.

Curse it, my lungs still burn from where her fingers had closed around my throat.

Lifting my both of my hands up, I touch the tender skin there, feeling the faint ridges of bruises that are slowly starting to fade.

Bruises… that shows just how bad it was!

I scoff out loud.

Bruises left by an Omega.

The more I think about it, the less it makes sense.

My ...