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The pain. It's too much.
I had been beaten all day, spat on, and kicked; my hair has been pulled, and I have lost count of how many times they have pushed me to the floor. I should be used to it by now, right? I mean this is my life every day. I've been treated like this since I could remember, and it's as if they get a thrill seeing me getting beaten. It's a show to their amusement.
Someone thought it would be funny to dump their hot coffee on me as I walked by with a tray of food back to the kitchen as I continued to clear the table, and another threw their leftover hash brown in my face because they said their coffee wasn't strong enough, and the hash brown tasted old. "Just keep walking, Livs. Just keep walking." I say under my breath. It was the only thing I could do, for if I so even tried to retaliate, I knew I was going to lose.
Once done, I was ready to dash out and continue with my work, cleaning the pack's hospital, well... More like a clinic, because it was just a tiny cottage.
But just as I was running through the corridor, I felt a yank on my hair, making me fall back. My body ached as I fell to the ground, and I could feel the sting on my scalp as alpha Noah dragged me by my hair toward the kitchen.
Someone had just spilled a gallon of milk on the floor. The floor I had just cleaned not even five minutes ago. I needed to stay quiet. If I made even the slightest sound, I knew what was coming.
I gripped my hair, hoping it would ease the pain as he dragged me along. He flung me across the kitchen, making my body crash against the counter. My body ached as it hit the counter doors, and I could hear the cracking of yet another broken rib, making me wince from the pain.
I whimpered; my tears ran down unwillingly. "Stay mute, Liv. Stay MUTE." my mind said, but my eyes betrayed as I began to cry silently.
"Clean this up—you lazy mutt. Do you have any idea how important tomorrow is for all of us? I told you this place needed to stay clean, don't test me. Got it? And start making lunch." Alpha Noah sneered, kicking me on my ribs and making me cry in pain. "But," I said, regretting my words soon as they left my lips.
A slap crossed my face, stinging my cheek and right eye. "Shut up. How dare you talk back? Do you want to go back to the dungeon? You obviously need a reminder of who is in authority here." he says as he clenches his jaw. My hands fisted making my eyes widen. If it's one thing I hate is being punched by him. He never stops, not until his knuckles have had enough of me.
I can't recall the last time I ever felt happy. It's been hell for me ever since I could remember. Ever since my mom and brother were killed in front of my eyes. Then again, maybe I deserve all this. It was my fault they were killed since I was the one who wanted to keep wandering off.
When I was seven, my mom, my brother, and I went out for a stroll. We had such a fun day, but we lost track of time, and we didn't notice that we had walked too close to the borders. By the time we realized it, we were surrounded by rogues. Mom sacrificed herself, waving at my brother and me and ordering us to run for it. That was the last time I saw her alive. Struggling and fought them off as much as she could, but she was outnumbered. She never stood a chance.
Before my brother and I could get away, they ran after us and took my brother, slashing him across his chest before my eyes. I still remember the sound of his pleading voice telling me to run as his body gave out. His thin body fell as if in slow motion before me, and I could see nothing but evil smirks plastered in those rogue's eyes. I was in shock, seeing how they ran toward me.
When dad finally got there with our alpha and the other guards, a rogue had already attacked me, leaving me unconscious. My brother's body was missing, my mom was dead, and I had been left unconscious for three days before I finally came.
I was now left with a nasty scar across my right jaw and neck to forever remind me of that day.
My dad wept for their death for so long, that he isolated himself from me. But that wasn't all. He gave in to wolves-moonshine, which is a more potent alcohol made of wolfsbane and herbs. It's much more lethal than the alcohol humans are used to. Equally dangerous to werewolves because it's addictive. Until one day when I turned fourteen and he left me as well.
Everyone blamed me for their death, and they were probably right, it was all my fault.
My name is Olivia Watson. I am part of the Silver Moon pack. I'm turning eighteen today. I could be celebrating. But instead, I'm here cleaning past hours. Like I do every day since the day dad died and I became the lowest-ranked in our pack. Even the other omegas look down on me. The day they told me dad died, our alpha demoted me to the lowest rank in our pack; and I... Had no say.
Our alpha is not someone to be reckoned with. He's tough, and very... But I mean very temperamental. I can't say his son, Skylar, is any different. The apple didn't fall far from the tree in their case. They both hate me with passion and are not afraid to show it.
Skylar is the epitome of evil meets greed.
He's a narcissistic bipolar who loves to mess with the heads of every girl in our pack. The golden boy who everyone obeys whether they like it or not, for if not... They will suffer the consequences of his goons, Vincent and Cole, his soon-to-be Beta and Gamma.
Skylar turned eighteen about eight months ago, and he's been eager to become alpha soon. I have a feeling that when our alpha passes down his title to him through the alpha ceremony, this pack will soon see its doom.
To make it worse, Skylar has been picking on me the most these past few months. I mean, he has always treated me badly, but it's gotten worse since he turned eighteen. I don't really know what his deal is, I guess authority is making his ego grow. Impatiently waiting to become the sole authority of this pack.
I do know one thing though, I have to stay away from him, no matter what... Or I will be punished, not only by him but by his girlfriend Leah. She is even worse than him.
In previous days, I'd heard that a pack is supposed to look after each other, at least, that's what kids used to say I was when I was still in high school. I attended a school where it was a mixture of humans and werewolves from different packs. I saw how well other pack members got along with everyone regardless of who they were...But our pack was the opposite.
Skylar and his two best friends, the future Beta, Vincent, and his future Gamma, Cole rule the school and everyone in our pack when our alpha isn't around. But it's no surprise, everyone in my pack who holds a higher rank takes advantage of their position, making the lives of others a living hell. Especially mine as I was known as the girl who got her family killed. Making me the target of their hatred.
Alpha Morrison and his son, the upcoming alpha, Skylar were especially mean to me. He'd constantly say that my dad had gone mad because he couldn't overcome the loss of my mom and brother, and got stuck with a sorry excuse of a daughter to take care of, so he killed himself.
I remember when I had a happy family and a home... We didn't have much, because we were all low-ranked, but we had each other. I feel so worthless knowing alpha may be right. I deserved to get treated however they wanted.
Everyone in our pack has a job, but the job consists of days off as well. I hadn't had a day off in months since the day I graduated high school.
Then again, I was thankful they even allowed me to finish high school because most omega's are only allowed to go to junior high and no more. I wish I could have had the chance to attend college like most kids in our pack, but I know I'm dreaming too high. I'm envious to see the older kids who turn eighteen find their mates and attend college together.
Maybe one day I could find my mate. He'll take me away from all this and we can be happy. I want to be happy, but the more I think about it, the more I want to cry. I'm losing hope, and I don't know if this is all I will ever live for. Cleaning up after everyone, and taking hits from the angry pack members. Maybe... This is all that will ever be for me.
Olivia
I finished lunch, then cleaned, and soon was left doing other errands for more pack members. I sigh as I wipe the sweat off my forehead. I glance at the clock and realize it's really late. If I don't finish now, the rest of the omegas will begin to come in to prepare dinner. We also needed to begin preparations for the meeting that the alpha has with two other packs coming tomorrow morning.
I glance at the floor as I stick the dirty rag back in my bucket. I had kitchen duty all week, and after everyone finished eating, I was responsible for cleaning the whole kitchen on my own, since the head omega doesn't like me either. She perfectly stated that the kitchen floors needed to be hand cleaned and left spotless after every meal. If she even saw a speck, I'd have to redo it.
The visiting pack, the Primords, and the Dark Moon Pack are said to be one of the biggest and most powerful in our nation. They are very secretive, not even the king alpha dares to enter their territory without their consent. They say the king has hired them multiple times to finish off invading packs or kill dangerous creatures that lurk around the king's castle. Creatures no other wolf would dare, no matter how strong they claim to be.
The last time they came was when I was still small, when my parents were still alive. I remember my dad had said you could feel the power they held just standing in the same room as them.
No one knows much about the two packs other than that the Primords are the oldest in existence, and the other pack, The Dark Moon Pack, is The Primord's most cherished ally. The Dark Moon Pack was once attacked by powerful Lycans taking their Luna. Until the primords helped them, ending the war and helping them get back on their feet. They made a pact soon after and have been allies ever since.
The two packs have become the strongest duo ever since. And both packs will be arriving either tonight or tomorrow morning to attend Skylar's ceremony this weekend. Skylst has only been anticipating this since his eighteenth birthday, and now it's finally happening, after nearly eight months.
I'm scared for some reason and nervous, and my wolf won't stop jumping up and down. I just know something is going to happen. I'm not sure whether it's good or bad, but I know something is going to happen.
I groaned as I felt my sore muscles, and my back ached from being hunched over. Thankfully my ribs had already begun to heal. Perks of being a werewolf, we heal fast.
Our pack doesn't have a big kitchen, but it's still a lot of work for one person to take care of on their own. This is when I miss my best friend, Desiree. But unlike me and my crummy fate, Desiree turned eighteen three months ago and she found her mate.
She was a humble girl, and very shy. But she changed soon as she found him. She was mated to Cole, the soon-to-be beta after all. So she stopped talking to me, and was now one of them, hating me to the core.
I close my eyes and sigh as I place my hands on my knees, still sitting on the floor. I wiped my forehead from how hot it was. Summer here can go to the three digits, even at night time.
My eyes widened as I heard the bucket topple over, spilling dirty water everywhere.
I looked towards it, and my eyes widen to see Skylar's girlfriend, Leah laughing, "Oops, didn't see you down there, Mutt. Oh, but, then again, who can see an invisible piece of trash like you? Uggh..." she says glancing at her new white pumps, "Look at what you did? You ruined my shoes. You little, do you have any idea how expensive these are?" she yells at me as if it had been my fault. She kicks me, making a big scrape on my arm, and cutting the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I was sure those were some Jimmy Choo knock-offs, like the rest of her collection, but who am I to judge? I only cleaned her shoes once a month, nothing more.
I shriek inwardly as I feel the pain, but I know better than to cry in front of her. It will only boost her ego to cause me more pain.
"I- I'm sorry." I apologized, and regardless of whether it is my fault or not, I apologize, or I won't hear the end of it. Which also meant that Skylar would make sure I'd get a good beating for it as well if he finds out about this.
"Clean this up, idiot. And after dinner, you'll be cleaning all of my shoes, do you understand?" I nodded as I lowered my head to avoid eye contact with her. "But I cleaned your shoes last week," I say, making her slap me. "Did I ask you if you cleaned them already? I said you're going to clean my shoes, or do I need to tell Skylar to give you another back slashing?" she says, making my body shiver. I can still feel the pain in my back last time he and Cole slashed my back with a whip.
She could easily hurt me herself, she was far stronger than me as it was since she gets to train with Skylar and his group. But she was thrilled seeing him do it for her. I have never stepped on any training grounds other than when they need extra punching bags.
"Did you hear me?" she yells louder making me flinch. "Y- Yes. I'll clean your shoes soon as I'm done." I stuttered as I hugged myself.
"After my shoes, I want you to organize my dresses. And be extra careful not to try and steal any of my clothes or dirty them with the filthy clothes you're wearing. I need all of my shoes organized properly in my room before I wake up tomorrow morning, got it?" She rolls her eyes; my appearance probably disgusts her. I usually get pretty dirty from all the cleaning I have to do, but my clothes are really old and in bad shape as it is. They're full of stains and holes from being worn out.
I haven't had new clothes since my parents died, but my mom was pretty thin, and I was able to wear most of her jeans and shirts as I began to develop through my years. The alpha allowed me to stay in our small house, but I think it was mainly because no one wanted me to sleep in the pack house.
Our house was beautiful, and in good shape when mom was alive, but dad stopped maintaining it when she died. I tried to keep it going, but I have yet to learn how to do repairs, which means my roof leaks everywhere when it rains. Thank goddess it's summer.
"Leah, let's go." Skylar roars by the entrance, making both of us turn toward him. He locked eyes with me, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands. I swear his eyes looked dark for some reason. It looked as if he was debating something with his wolf.
But then the worst happens...A heavenly smell engulfed my nose. It was like a mixture of cedar and cinnamon. "Mate." my wolf yells in my mind. She had been quiet all day, and now she decides to say something? I curse inwardly, cursing my own fate.
"No..." I whispered, making Leah turn toward me, and give me a confused look. "What did you say, Mutt?"
"No-nothing," I say making her roll her eyes and turn back to Skylar.
"Baby, look what this stupid mutt did. She ruined my shoes," she whines, lifting her foot with the dirty shoe. It was a tiny stain, barely noticeable, but still there. He fists his hands, clenching his jaw.
"Then go change them or throw them away. Now hurry up, I don't like being late. We have to meet with my parents before dinner." he says, unwilling to look away from me. I was beginning to feel unease, like a mixture of desire and hatred, all at once as he looked at me.
I know how he is though, he is the biggest idiot there is in our pack, and though Leah is the same, she doesn't waste time on beating the other girls close to death when she finds he slept with one of them. It's like they were a match made in heaven, and not even I will be able to break them apart. They are So perfect for each other. The future alpha and his luna.
This pack is definitely going to hell when he takes over.
"But, baby!" she responds, whining like a five-year-old, pointing towards me.
"NOW!" He grits his teeth, yelling in his alpha tone. His eyes turn dark as his wolf threatens to merge. Leah and I flinch at his reaction, but all I can do is try and fight my wolf. He is not my mate, he can't be.
"Fine," she responds, slumping her shoulders and letting her hands fall to her side. She was obviously not happy with his response. She was waiting for him to beat me like he always does. "I'll deal with you later, you stupid mutt. Clean this up." she kicks the bucket, hitting my knee and making a bit of dirty water inside it splash my face. He looks at me angrily, not saying a word, and turns following her out of the kitchen.
"Livie! You have to go after him. He's our mate, not hers." my wolf, Freya complains. I can't help but begin to cry silently.
This definitely had to be a sick joke from our goddess. "How can you ever think our future alpha, our so-called mate, could run to our side and claim us as his mate? Look at me, Freya. I'm weak, I'm useless, to him. I'm nothing but an omega. If he wanted us, he would have already claimed us." I told my wolf, making her whimper.
"Instead, he's going to meet his parents to talk about Leah and him. She is his luna, Freya... Not me." I had already heard the rumor. Not intentionally, but I still did. Skylar would name Leah his luna tomorrow at the ceremony and set a date for their marriage soon after he becomes the new alpha of our pack.
"That's why he never said anything. He knew we were his, are soon as he turned eighteen, months ago. Didn't he?" Freya whimpers, adding to my grief. I nod, sobbing on that dirty kitchen floor. "He knew, Freya. He knew and said nothing." I say, through staggered breath as tried to control my cry.
Livie
I gulped down my pride and began to clean up quickly, whipping away my tears. Sniffling, I cleaned the towels and began to clean the floors again. It was so late. I'm going to be in so much trouble. I hurried to put things away and was about to run out of the kitchen to change when the lead omega came in, making me bump into her.
She hates when I cook in dirty clothes. "Hey, watch it," she yells, making me startled. "I- I am so sorry," I say, apologizing for the billionth time today.
She rolls her eyes as she fixes her shirt. "You look disgusting. Why haven't you changed? The Primord pack just notified us that they are two hours away. They will be here soon, which means they will be joining us for dinner. We need to get things ready. Hurry up and change, come back and start prepping for dessert while the others start dinner. And try to look a little presentable, will you? The alpha wants you to be one of the servants; I need you to look a little decent....if it's even possible." she mumbles the last part as she looks me up and down.
I lower my head and sigh, "Now! Idiot. Hurry up and change, you have ten minutes to get back here." she says, making me jump. I move from side to side in panic before I can take off running toward my house. Ten minutes- that's all I get, and I live far from here. But I'm a fast runner, if I try my hardest, I can be there in two or three minutes.
"Yes, ma'am," I say as I begin to run out of the pack house and towards my house. I run, run as fast as my legs can take me, but I'm weak, I haven't eaten all day and taking off like that just makes my head pound.
My eyes widen as I come close to my door and see Skylar there. His hands are crossed over his chest and he doesn't look happy at all. It's getting pretty dark now, the sun is beginning to go down, but where my house is, it's getting darker as the trees around me cover the house entirely from the sun.
"Alpha, what can I do for you?" I ask nervously, looking down. He sighs, clenching his jaw.
"Open the door, we need to talk, Olivia." I can't help but become enamored with his voice. I know it's the stupid pull of the mating bond, but I know what's coming. My intuition has never been wrong. My heart hopes for me to be wrong.
"Y-Yes, sir," I say as I walk past him and unlock my door. My hands tremble, and I almost drop the keys, but I manage to open the door. I walk in and place my keys on the key holder by the door.
I feel my arm being pulled harshly as I take a step toward the living room. Skylar throws me against the door, making it shut behind me. My head hits the door making my head hurt. The fact that I haven't eaten since I woke up this morning, and today's temperature being so hot only adds to my headache, making me feel lightheaded, and causing my headache to worsen by the impact.
His body is pinned against mine making my whole body fill with the need to touch him, but fear all at once. He sniffs my neck making my eyes water. I'm instantly filled with sparks, his body ignites making him growl, sliding his lips gracefully over my neck's skin.
"Mate," he whispers, making my eyes wide in shock.
"S- Sky...Skylar, I."My voice must have brought him out of his trance. He lets go of me, closing his eyes and turning, giving me his back. "NO! You can't... I won't let you become my luna." he says, turning around and grabbing the back of his neck. He then turns, gripping my neck and blocking my airways. Panic invades me instantly as I struggle to breathe.
What was I expecting? For him to suddenly turn into prince charming for me? My world crumbled once again. I knew it was too good to be true the second I saw him at my door.
"YOU. WILL. NEVER. BE MY LUNA. I thought I was mistaken... when I turned eighteen and I got your scent. I knew it was a matter of time before you turned eighteen to confirm my suspicions. But... This!" he points between him and me as he lets me go. I fall, gasping for air, coughing and whizzing as I hold my neck.
"This will never happen. Do you understand? I...don't...want you as a mate, Olivia. You hear me, right?"
"Why, Skylar? I can be a good mate if you just gave me a chance. I can train a-a-and become strong." I say through tears as my emotions get the best of me. I hug myself. My wolf, Freya whimpers and I can sense that she is crying.
"You're a weak link. A nobody, a dumb omega. Do you have any idea how bad that would make me look in front of the other alphas? In front of my pack? Everyone hates you. Including me." he says, hitting the wall behind me, and making my tears fall.
I sat and cried on that floor like an idiot, hugging myself as he continued to give me all the excuses in the book of why I was no good for him and this pack. By the end, he makes it clear that I am nothing but scum to him. Worthless, and unworthy of the luna title for our pack.
I lose focus on what he is saying as I try to comfort my wolf. She howls and whimpers as she hears his words. Then he says it... The words I knew but dreaded to hear.
My rejection!
"Stand up." he says as he pulls me up harshly by my arm.
"I, Skylar Morrison, reject you, Olivia Watson, as my mate and future luna of the Silver Moon pack." His words make my body fall as intense pain engulfs my chest and abdomen. "And I demote you to become a slave to the dark moon pack as soon as they arrive."
I feel myself being torn into pieces, leaving me not only weak but hyperventilating as I struggle to breathe. Fear fills me as I feel the mating bond break. I don't know what I feared the most, the sudden realization that I had just been rejected, or that I had now become destined to be a slave to another pack.
It takes me a few seconds, but through the pain, I grunt and get on my feet. I wipe my tears away and clench my teeth to look at him. All the while he looks at me with hate in his eyes.
"I, Olivia Watson, accept...your rejection; I, Olivia Watson, accept your rejection to be the future luna and I reject you as my mat. I accept your demotion to send me as a slave to another pack. Any place in hell is better than to be here in this pathetic excuse for a pack." I say, making him growl.
He's ready to grab me by my neck again, but he somehow holds back, fighting his wolf. "I'll let this slide, for I know your weak body is in pain. But believe me, Olivia, next time you speak badly about my pack, you will be severely punished. I will make sure you rot in hell and suffer some more if my pack's name is on your lips ever again." he growls, standing an inch away from me.
I can tell he's fighting his wolf, but I can care less. He just broke me, he broke my heart and my wolf. My body feels like it's on fire and all my bones ache as if they were being broken. The mating bond... It's breaking. "Gather your sanity, because soon as the ceremony is over, you'll be leaving with the visiting packs. It's up to them who wants to be cursed by your presence. You're no longer my problem." he says as he fists his hands.
I manage to get enough strength and move towards the sofa near my entrance as he gets closer, he raises his hand and tries to caress my cheek but I move away. He growls and closes his palm.
"Don't bother showing up tonight. But don't be late for breakfast, the primord and dark moon pack will be waiting to be served. I'll let the kitchen know you'll be taking dinner off," he says as I feel more tears roll down my cheeks as I look away. I knew why he didn't want me there. He would be announcing his engagement soon, they would probably be discussing the arrangement for the celebration.
I sniffled, closing my eyes, "Don't you dare ridicule me, Olivia. Be on your best behavior, or I'll make sure you spend your last hours here in the dungeon without meals." he said, before opening the door and leaving me in complete solitude.
Is this how I'm meant to live all my life? I have tried to be the best in everything; the best student, the best worker, and for what? I've been treated like trash, disrespected, and mistreated by everyone despite me not doing anything to them.
I let myself cry, with Freya whimpering as well. My body slowly slid down until I hit the floor. The knot in my throat was too intense as I cried and regretted all my efforts. Freya, my wolf, begged me to go after him, but it was too late. He will never be mine. He belongs with Leah, and if I'm being honest- I don't think I could ever be happy with a mate like him.
I want to not care anymore, but it's hard. My parents are gone, and my brother is gone. I lost my only friend, the one I thought was my friend. And now, my mate, the one our moon goddess had destined for me... didn't want me. He despised me and felt I was nothing but a curse to this pack.
I was a curse and a plague to them. A plague that no one wanted around.
"Come on, Livie... You need to get up. You need to fight for him. How could you accept his rejection? I know he wants us, I felt it. I just know it-"
"Enough, Freya!" I yelled at my wolf. She was just as naive as I was. We were both too young and stupid to think clearly about what we really wanted.
"No, Livie. You can't give up. For once in your life, fight for what you want. You deserve that Luna title. It's yours, that's why our goddess destined you to him." she yells back, making me growl.
"He doesn't want us, Freya. You heard him yourself. He hates us, and so does this pack. I just... I just want to go away. I don't want to be in this pack anymore. This whole pack is useless. No one in this pack cares about you and me, Freya. No one." I yelled, whispering the last part, making her whimper.
We sit in silence for a while as we both cry and wait for the pain from our mating bond to go away.
"So what do we do, now?" she asks sadly, after minutes of silence. I still sat on the floor against that same wall staring into space, numb, and feeling defeated.
"What can we do, Freya? We have no money, and nowhere to go. We are too weak to make it as rogues. I doubt we could make it past the night if we left." I responded, making her sigh.
"What if..." she begins.
I glanced at the clock, it was past the time to start dinner. I just know I wouldn't hear the end of it tomorrow for missing dinner duty. I could just hear our lead omega yelling at me for having to make the other omegas clean the kitchen. I sighed and got off the floor feeling my butt aching. "What if what?" I say, grunting as I slump my shoulders in defeat.
"What if you got a job out of our pack in the neighboring town? We can save up and leave as soon as we have enough money?" she suggests. But seeing that we rarely even had time left after we do everything we are supposed to here, I doubt we could get a job out in the city.
"Good suggestion, Freya. But are you willing to pull all-nighters with me? I mean... We rarely get any sleep as it is, and we are so malnourished that I doubt it will help us get any healthier." she grunts as she realizes I was right.
I barely get any food in me. Our pack is gluttonous to the core. They eat as if there is no tomorrow, which meant that the omegas barely got any food for themselves as we were always the last to eat. Even then... All the omegas were allowed to eat before I did. Yes, that's how much the lead omega hated me. If I was lucky, I was left with half of one piece of toast and a bit of scrape from their plates.
"We can hide food in our apron as Desiree used to, remember?'' My best friend used to hide pieces of bread in her apron so we could indulge together at least in a small piece of bread. Until she got caught and got a whipping by the guards, this, of course, was before she found Cole was her mate and stopped talking to me. Now she sits with everyone else and gets served like a royal.
"I don't want you getting hurt, Livie. You're already weak as it is. Another whipping would just be too dangerous to our health." It took me nearly a week to heal from the slashes I received the last time I was whipped on my back by Skylar and Cole.
It usually takes one day for most wolves, but I am so weak from my health and the lack of food, that my body takes longer to heal. To make matters worse, being rejected by my mate made my body feel even weaker.
"We can't give up, Freya. Even if the pack and Skylar don't want us, I know there is more to us. I just know this can't be it for us. Even if we are meant to live as slaves for a new pack, we will keep the promise I left my mom and live happily. Just you and me now, Freya. You and me. This new pack can't be any worse than the one we live in now."
"I would hug you right now if I could, you know that?" she says, making me chuckle as I feel tears roll down my cheeks.
"We gotta get going and get Leah's shoes cleaned. I have a feeling we'll be up all night cleaning those stupid shoes and fixing her closet." I say as I walk to my bathroom and shower quickly, placing on my undergarments and a simple dark olive green shirt. I put on jeans that used to belong to my mom, finishing off with my worn-out sneakers.
I put my hair in two braids done pretty messy since I was in a rush and had no brush. I made my way out, running toward the pack house. I hope the lead omega isn't too mad that I missed dinner preparations. I'll have to go in trying to stay unseen and be quick about it.
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