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“You’re useless, Crevven. An Omega who can’t breed?” Myfather, Rogan, scoffed down at me as his Betas pinned me tothe ground. “My own son... What a wasted heir, a waste ofmy seed.” He stepped back, and I held his hazel gaze that Iwas never allowed to do before, but with the last hour’s events,there wasn’t a point in holding back.“Please, don’t do this.” My whispered words were a waste ofenergy, and I knew it. My father, the Alpha of the Bardotpack, didn’t have to do anything but would do anything tokeep his name clear of tragedies such as mine.