Ranga hasn’t lived the best life, but he tries to remain positive. Even if he’s stuck in a dead end on at age 30, with no love life. Even when he’s looked down upon in the office for being an omega, always having his work discredited and his competence questioned. Everyone seems to pile extra work on him, as he’s pretty much the office slave. He’s been here for years now, but no one treats him with respect. No matter how hard he works, or how many errands he runs. “Hey, Ranga. You wouldn’t mind taking this load of paperwork for us, would you?” One of the alphas ask, dropping a fat stack of papers on ranga’s desk. It’s not like he has a choice. They’re not really asking, they’re telling. “Of course,” Ranga says with a sigh, keeping his tone warm and positive. It’s easier to just comply, than be targeted.