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Control in the name of protection. A life as an Omega, treated as a "creature of instinct" because of pheromones. It's all garbage. I'm sick of it all. I hate it even more than my position as the granddaughter of a conglomerate family. That is why I hate people. Losing one's reason over pheromones... It is so disgusting it makes me want to vomit. I didn't always hate people. It started the day my medical records were leaked, and the diagnosis of 'Omega' was revealed. Eyes full of worry, eyes full of calculation, Eyes that pretended to be kind while measuring the distance between us were all fixed on me. Why is everyone looking at me like that? Why are they all looking at me that way? Back then, people told me, "It's okay. It's instinct. Everyone is like that." Was there even one person who asked me, at such a young age, if I was okay? If there had been, would I loathe humans this much? Since that day, I have lived on suppressants and medication. I struggled to hide my pheromones, always frustrated by my station in life. "Everyone goes crazy when they see me. I hate that."