Chapitre 278: Omegas' lives

Samantha reached the address Rider had sent her. She knocked at the door of the motel room. She had a pack of beers with her, oil for massages, and condoms - just in case; she had no intention of using them.

After the day Rider had spent the whole night at her place without any lewd intention, she had wondered when her turn to give back would come. She knew what being an Omega meant, and most packs would be bitter with their Omegas. The change would happen suddenly: one morning, everyone would just ignore, glare at, or pick useless fights with you after being friendly until the day before.

She had experienced it in her old pack. It didn't last long, and even as a young teen - a few months older than ten - she could bear with it. She hadn't felt the pain most wolves would, and it had made her parents realise she wasn't a regular female wolf.