FIONA’S POV
I woke up very early again in this hellhole called a packhouse. Everyone inside was wicked, including their alpha. I had been made a maid. Not like I liked it. I wish I could also go to school. I was in one of the rooms of the packhouse looking for dirty clothes in the bathroom. With all the injuries I had on my body, I wished I had died instead. I shed a tear as I carried the clothes I had discovered from the basket; I had been told about all the strange duties of a maid. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, although I was in pain.
They didn’t give me food and asked me to work. I was feeling weak and unable to walk on my own. I dashed out of the bathroom and put the clothes into the big cart I had been pushing around the house. I lazily brushed my hands to spread the clothes i
