Chapter 9
Grant would never have a mate.
His fantasies crushed, he’d reacted by shoring up his self-control and vowing to do all he could to protect omegas. Fifteen years later, he’d reached a position of power in the care of omegas and believed he’d accomplished something worthwhile.
Yet men like Lowther had perverted all his efforts.
Terrible questions swirled through his mind. Had Rafael been right about the omega operation as a whole? Could the members of the Omega Council—people Grant trusted and had worked with for years—know what went on here? Could they be involved?
No. he couldn’t accept that. It had to be Lowther who was corrupt—a single bad apple. The other facilities must be run by kind, caring individuals.
Grant would make sure.
He’d start with Lowther and work his way through every omega facility in person. Regulations be damned—no more oversight from a distance.