Matthew's P.O.V
I just stood there, silent. His words hit hard, like he genuinely didn't trust anyone but himself.
And the way he talked about Omegas… like we were destined to be worthless from the start. It was messed up. I couldn't wrap my head around it. That kind of thinking? It made no sense to me. I've never judged people by rank or title. Everyone's the same. No exceptions. Unless someone messes with someone I care about, then yeah, I'll fight back.
"Get out. I don't want to see you here," he snapped, voice dripping with contempt.
Then he shoved me. Not hard, but enough to make it clear, he saw me as something dirty. Untouchable.
I held my breath and asked quietly, "Why don't you treat other people like this? What about Kyle Howard?"
His brows pulled together, jaw clenched. I saw the fire flare in his eyes. "You spying on me?" His voice was low, sharp.
