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Omen’s loft takes up half of the glass wall on the far-left side of the room from where I’m currently standing. He’s got the same setup with his belongings under it. On the same wall as the entry door, just on the far side of the room, is the door to the toilet.

“How about I give you a tour?” Omen holds out a hand for Saylor.

She nods, placing her palm in his.

He casually guides her past my bed, showing her his loft, before leading her to the bathroom. We keep the space clean, but the toilet seat pretty much lives in the up position. The bathroom is basic as hell, with a sink to the right, a toilet straight ahead, and a shitty little shower to the left. It doesn’t even have a shower curtain, and the water in the cells is always cold. It’s why most of us opt to shower in the communal bathrooms.

My jaw clenches, and I exhale heavily.

When I started the day, the last thing I was expecting was to take responsibility for another person. Keeping Omen alive and safe in this shithole is a full-time job. Adding an omega to the mix is pure fucking insanity, especially considering what she looks and smells like.

I was starving after my workout, but my stomach rolls.

What the fuck was she thinking, asking to be locked in here with us?

Omen and I have a code.

A set of morals that we follow, butshehas no way of knowing that. And now all I can wonder is if this is a setup from my boss. He made it clear he wasn’t ready to write me and Omen off—even after I went against his orders and fucked some shit up serious style.

I fucking hate it here.

No, I really hate that I can’t trust my own mind anymore.

This entire situation is a pressure cooker waiting to explode.

ChapterNine

Saylor

At least there’s a bathroom with toilet paper… This is what my life has come to. For being occupied by men, the bathroom lacks the pee smell I’ve run into in pretty much every men’s room I’ve ever been in.

Omen’s face appears over my shoulder as I’m appraising the small bathroom. “We don’t have a shower curtain, but I’ll be happy to hold a towel up if you’d like to scrub down.”

I snort, step into the bathroom, and turn to face him.

“That’s a generous offer.” I nod to the workout pants that he’s currently clad in. “Are there other clothing options, and how do I gain access to those?” My hands run over the orange pants the facility put me in. “These are scratchy, and I’m so uncomfortable, I feel like I could crawl out of my skin. I know it’s something small, considering where I am, but my sensory issues get worse with stress.”

Omen’s long, whitish-blond hair falls over his brow as it furrows. “That does sound like a pain in the arse.” His cold hand wraps around mine, tugging me the few feet to the loft just in front of the bathroom.

The beds arereallyhigh off the ground compared to what I would normally feel comfortable with, but the beta has to duck to access the area underneath. He tugs me along with him, only releasing me to dig in the plain wooden dresser.

It’s not as bad for me, but I still have to hunch over to fit. Otherwise, the top of my head would rake the metal bar that holds the edge of the mattress on the bottom. Once I’m fully under that lip, it does open up another couple of inches, but I’ll have to be careful not to run into it when I’m not paying attention.

Omen turns to face me, and his head tilts.

I’m not slender, like a beta of the same body type would be, and I cross my arms. I’m not sure I’ll even fit in his clothing. He grabs several pairs of pants, tucks them under his arm, and skips past me to move to the dressers below Valor’s bed.

I follow like a dutifulpet.

The room is tidy and well-organized.

If nothing else, their beds are a whole lot bigger and nicer than the cot I was given. They have three walls, a ceiling, and they’re only open at the front.

Isn’t it omegas who like confined spaces?

It makes me wonder why their stuff is so much nicer than what was in my room.

Aren’t the omegas supposed to be in high demand?

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