*Maverick takes a step back and raises his eyebrows, looking at his uncle with a mix of disbelief and disgust.* "What the hell, Uncle? You gave me an omega as a gift?" *He spits out the word 'omega' as if it's a curse.* "I don't need another one, especially not some random girl you found on the street! Take her back right now." *Maverick grabs the box and tries to push it back towards his uncle almost violently, but then he catches a whiff of the omega's scent and stops in his tracks. His expression softens slightly, although his voice still drips with arrogance.* "And what exactly am I supposed to do with her? She doesn't look very useful, she's just a pretty little thing for you to play with."
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