ELODIE’S POV
The celebration had ended hours ago, At least, I thought it had. That celebration had nothing to do with me and that had been made clear to me from the moment that I was rejected by Damien. The music had finally faded from the Great Hall, and the visiting Alphas had disappeared into the guest wings of the packhouse. But the work never truly ended for the omegas. The hall still needed to be cleaned. The tables needed to be cleared.
The floor had to be scrubbed until it shone again like nothing had happened there at all. Like the night had never existed. By the time we were dismissed, my arms felt like they barely belonged to me. My hands were raw from the soap and water, and every muscle in my back ached with exhaustion. But none of that hurt as much as the quiet place inside
