Ava slept in her own room and silently made her way downstairs before Zeke woke up. The Omegas were the only ones awake when she went into the kitchen to grab a piece of fruit. She would have breakfast in the dining hall before going to the arena for the second day.
The Omegas were just standing around, and the moment she walked in, they tensed and looked down.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a frown, keeping her voice to a whisper so she wouldn’t wake anyone up.
And why were they lowering their eyes?
“Alpha Ezekiel keeps ordering us not to cook, but we have to. We don’t know what we should do,” one of the Omegas said. Samantha, if she remembered correctly. This Omega was usually the one bold enough to answer Ezekiel.
“I would do what he says. Prepare your own food and then go t
