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“I- I’m- I’m fine- I- I’m- uhm-”, Markus didn’t feel comfortable around Ray. “I’m d-done- and- and I’d- I w- I would- uhm- like- I’d- wanna- uhm- I- want to- to g-go- go h-home…”. He couldn’t help stuttering, afraid. He didn’t want to be an omega. Omegas’ were toys, housewives at best. It’s what he had always been to alphas -getting harassed in alleys, used, abused in relationships. He was happiest alone, and with his brother.