When morning came, it did not come with sunlight it came with pain. A sharp, gnawing ache ran through my body the moment I tried to move. My back was stiff, my muscles screamed in protest, and the worst of all the burning, throbbing pain that lingered between my thighs and along my backside. The memory of last night hit me like a slap, and for a moment, I lay still on the cold floor of my room, curled in on myself, wishing that if I stayed quiet enough, the world might forget me. But duty was stronger than wishful thinking. An omega's life had no pause button, no mercy, no room for weakness. I forced my limbs to move, even though every shift of my weight felt like knives digging into raw wounds. When I pushed myself up, my palms trembled against the uneven wood of the floor, slick with sweat. My vision blurred, and black spots danced across my sight, but I gritted my teeth and steadied myself.