Eliza was shown to her modest suite at the Packhouse by a friendly Omega, who chatted nonstop like they were long-time friends. Eliza frowned, thinking the girl was quite rude and presumptuous. She was an Alpha Heir, destined to become the next Luna of all of Silver Pack.
Eliza thought about reminding the maid of her place, then decided she needed to be on her best behaviour while she was here. Mason never seemed to be impressed by titles and rank when she met him at the Alpha Tournament, and reasoned it must be natural for his Omegas to be this way.
“Thank you,” Eliza said firmly. The Omega tried to stand in the room, discussing trivial things in the pack, boasting of how well Onyx was doing, as if it could really compare to the Silver Pack. The entrance was stark and secure, not welcom
