AIDEN POV
“Get back to work!” The supervisor of the crops shouted at me when I slumped down against a tree in exhaustion.
I had never been treated so poorly before, and all the manual labour that they were forcing me to do was insulting to my pedigree and status.
I wasn’t some omega or slave labourer, I was a fu.cking Alpha.
The fact that this old man was barreling down on me was ridiculous.
About as ridiculous as the barren quarters I was forced to reside in. There were no luxuries at all. I didn’t even have a television to occupy my time with.
I was virtually quarantined in a shed with a cot, toilet and bar fridge, which was poorly stocked. The food I was served was bland and looked no better than roadkill on the highway. Dog food from the can looked more appetizing than the stuff
