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Free time outside of classes and scheduled meals is LIMITED and MUST be abided by.

You are NOT to have relationships with Omegas

Alphas and Betas are NOT allowed in Omega quarters.

Omegas are NOT allowed in any quarters but their own.

All things necessary will be provided upon your arrival. Anything from outside the academy is NOT allowed, attire included.

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Photos of multiple 'clinics' where heats, isolation, imprisonment, torture, and experimentation took place have been linked at the end of the article. Proceed with caution, as the following content may be unsettling to some.

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EMMETT

I'm going to be sick.

Shoving away from the kitchen table, I run to the bathroom and barely make it before my vomit collides with the toilet water. I groan, and bang my head on the rim of the toilet, not giving a shit about how nasty it is. Nothing is fucking worse than the images I just saw.

Dirty, dank underground cells where omegas were held for days at a time to teach them a lesson. I don't think I could manage the isolation they were put through. Sight, food and fluid deprivation.How many times was Amaya left in one of those hell holes?

Then there were photos of the “clinic” rooms. At a glance, they looked like a normal hospital room, but the chains attached to the walls stripped away any sense of normalcy.Was Amaya chained to those during her heats?

The white mattresses had no fucking bedding, or pillows, but maybe they were just stripped when the photos were taken. The optimism has literally no place to build when it's pretty fucking clear my mate was deprived ofeverythingshe needed foryears. YEARS!

Bile rushes up one final time when I think about the sex toys in some of the photos. Many trays were lined with syringes too. Remembering the cameras in every corner of the rooms has my stomach twisting again, but I shove the feeling away and climb to the sink.

"Em?" Oli's hesitant voice breaks through the fog as I swish water through my mouth.

Between my minty scent turning bitter and my bloodshot eyes, it's impossible to hide my distress. Drying my face, I take a moment to breathe before turning to my beta. "Yeah?"

He shifts uncomfortably, and peeks over his shoulder. "You left your laptop open."

"Fuck," I grumble. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Oh, I already researched on my own. That's not the problem.” He waves my concern for him away but still looks scared. "Sam..."

I frown while drying my hands. "So?"

"Uuhh, just come look."

Now rightfully worried about what has my fun-loving mate so freaked out, I follow him to the kitchen. I'm not surprised to see Samuel hunched over my laptop, but his frantic mutterings aredefinitelyshocking.

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