Amara’s POV
The sweet scent of roasted chicken and herbs wafted through the dining hall as I sat near the kitchen, waiting for the food I ordered to be packed. My fingers tapped absentmindedly against the wooden table, my mind far away from the chatter around me.
My life had never been simple, but I had learned to make peace with it—or at least, to survive.
When I first came to live with my aunt, I was seventeen, still grieving the disappearance of my parents. They left on a mission with Amanda's parents—a mission they never returned from. I thought life couldn't get worse. But it did.
I moved in with my aunt and her mate, an omega couple who took me in when no one else would. Even though I was Beta blood from my father's side, without my parents around, I was just another orphaned Ome
