The docks were cold and empty, rain streaking the cracked concrete like thin tears from the sky. Y/N, a small omega worker, hauled crate after crate, each one scraping raw lines across her arms, her fingers blistered, her thin frame trembling with exhaustion. She had barely slept in days. She barely ate. The debt her low-level Alpha “boss” had forced upon her was endless, arbitrary, cruel—a chain she was determined to escape, even if it killed her.