For two and a half years, I’d kept my head down. I watched as Joffrey doted on Eliza after he had returned early from the Alpha Tournament. I’d seen him looking at me on occasion, seeming on the verge of saying something, but he surprisingly honored my demand to leave me alone.
Eliza had seemed more subdued as well. The looks she gave me turned more studious and thoughtful rather than downright hateful, though there was still immense dislike there. The feeling was mutual, and I was used to it.
Everyone in the pack now treated me as just another Omega, due to my status as a housemaid for the Alpha. I wasn’t really seen anymore, and the anonymity was much preferable to the cursed freak I had been labeled as.
That I was a red wolf seemed to fade from their memories, and I was meticulous i
