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A woman in her early thirties, dressed exquisitely in a golden gown stepped out of the crowd. Her hip arched to the side, her hands folded under her chest, she stared up at us with an arrogantly confused gaze, “So you are telling me, not only you are going to snatch the workers who are supposed to do all the work because it is THEIR RESPONSIBILITY, you are also going to appoint her-” she pointed at me with her eyebrows nonchalantly, “as the what… like a manager of omegas? Are you kidding me?”

A man came to stand by her side and scoffed, “What’s next? You are going to tell the warriors to stop fighting the wars?”

“There is a stark difference between Warriors and Omegas’ positions and work.” Alessio pinned them under his scrutinizing gaze, “Warriors are paid heavily. They are not suppressed. They get respect! What have you given to omegas until this very moment for tending to your every little thing?”

The woman shrugged, rolling her eyes, “So what? It is not our fault they were born a