I was exhausted from juggling school and the work I was expected to do at the Alpha’s house. It was Friday, and all I had to look forward to was the tension around the Alpha’s family and scrubbing floors until my hands bled.
I was walking to the house with slow steps. Even though I couldn’t wait to get out of school, I dreaded coming to this place that felt anything but my home anymore. I felt worse than a stranger; I felt like a slave.
Eliza ran me ragged, asking for trivial things or pointing out certain things she noticed were ‘dirty’ every time she saw me. I rarely saw the Alpha, and anytime I saw the Luna, she either pretended I didn’t exist, or she would watch me with an unreadable, but hostile expression on her face, then look away quickly, if she noticed me watching her back.
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