“Your life belongs me,” Yule says, eyes heavy-lidded. “You’d do well to remember that.”

She prefers alphas when it comes to choosing people to fight. Alphas tend to be more hostile, more violent. Everything she looks for when she’s choosing who to sponsor. You’re a beta, though, not nearly as strong as the rest of the alphas.

Your tenacity is cute, she thinks. Most would’ve given up after taking the beatings you do, but you don’t. You get up and take another punch.

Adorable.

She wonders why you try so hard. Fame? Money? Glory? She’s never cared to ask. You’ll fight for her, whatever you reasons may be.

Two months ago you would’ve died had it not been for her. A fight had left you bloody and broken, and your lack of a sponsor meant you had no medic. How you survive for as long as you did, she’s not sure. Perhaps she thought you looked pitiful, because she’d made her medic clean you up, and paid for your hospital bills. In exchange for all of that, you’d fight for her.

She’s losing money on you and she doesn’t care. Yule has always been in it for the money. That’s why she does anything. Omegas like her aren’t respected, they’re looked down on even, but with money came power. She could have alphas under her thumb by waving a wad of cash.

Is it in an omega’s nature to be greedy? She likes money, and she likes that you owe her money.

Yule stands from her chair, making her way over to you. “So I don’t want to see you sneaking around with another omega,” she says in a low voice. Her fingers brush your jaw. She has always wanted for things unreachable, but here, like this, you’re not out of reach. A cold feeling of control washes over her. “Unless you’d prefer I collar you to remind you of your place.”

Every part of you belongs to her, and Yule doesn’t share.