#Chapter 71: Frills And Lace

Ollie’s POV I toss the book Wes gave me to the side as I return to the room. Unspoken rules for Omegas? No thanks. I’m not sure where Wes keeps getting all of these ideas about Omegas, but they are all archaic stereotypes. The brothers might have labeled me as an Omega, which changes my status, surely, but I don’t feel any different than I did before I was bestowed that ranking. The only difference I can tell so far is external, not internal. Everyone else is treating me differently, even though I feel the same. My regular phone rings as I walk further into my room. Looking at it, I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it is Nancy texting me now, not Wes with more terrible books to give. I open the message. I have a recommendation for you, based on what we talked about. I really think you are going to like this one. It was pretty eye opening for me. Mild really, but a good place for beginners. I blush fiercely but I still click on the link. It leads to a website of fanfict