The room quietened as I walked in. No sound bar the noisy breathing of a big man who had been running around rang out in the place when I came in. Chopped vegetables fell from a lady’s palm into a sizzling pot, another’s arms froze mid-knead. Everything froze until I coughed. Someone’s sauce was burning. The sound jolted everyone back into action.
An elderly lady hurried up to me, a net covering her head and her white apron stained with something red and a splash of oil. Surprisingly, she was an Alpha. I never saw an Alpha that worked before. In my small town in the South, we did things as our ancestors had. We valued hierarchy. Omegas were little more than slaves and we revered Alphas. Even in the Capital, I had never seen someone being served by an Alpha. But I guess hierarchy didn’t
