Including Riven, there were four men and five women in this little werewolf camp. All five women were alphas, naturally. And for the men?
Well, it didn't matter what they were—omega, beta, or alpha—because none of them could get pregnant. And in this delightful little society, if you couldn't pop out babies, you had the freedom to put your energy into anything you wanted.
Riven scowled.
He already knew the werewolf clan wasn't exactly kind to its females, but seeing it firsthand? It was worse than he thought. Female omegas were valued for their ability to reproduce, sure, but outside of that? Weak. Helpless. Expected to stay home and rear offspring.
And male omegas?
Riven resisted the urge to let out a long, dramatic sigh.
Male omegas were straight-up liabilities.
