Viktoria POV
Two omegas flank Lucille like the are her personal shadows. They hover behind her with lowered eyes, ready to do anything she commands. I gently push my chair back but I dont get up yet. I stare at the food again, my stomach crying, protesting and wondering what the delay is about.
Stomach, have your heard of Lucille?
“Take the food away,” Lucille snap and the omegas spring to attention. “And don’t let this . . . peasant touch the plate with her hands.”
One of the omegas lifts the plate; the other moves toward me as though I might contaminate the very air around them. She gently shoves me away from the table and the other omega carrying the plates.
Weak in the knees, I sit again, my fingers trembling in my lap. I know I should protest, demand to be allowed to eat, after
