Lucien didn’t hesitate. He reached the first Omega’s house in less than a minute. He didn’t wait. Didn’t knock.
He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door in so hard it cracked off the top hinge.
“Alpha?” came a panicked voice. A man stumbled forward, shirt half-buttoned, confusion etched deep into the lines of his face.
And then he saw her.
His daughter.
The red-haired Omega.
Her blouse was held together by safety pins. The bruises on her neck had turned a deep plum. Bite marks showed through the torn seams. Her lip had been split, re-split, and healed into a swollen welt. Her fingers trembled as she stood there, staring at him with something between dread and hope.
The father’s face twisted.
“You…you f*****g disgrace…”
“Don’t,” Lucien said. One word. It was final.
But the
