SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
The next couple of weeks was a mixture of pity, some students walking to me to initiate conversations, and others plain glaring at me.
I served the next set of partygoers, before the boss gestured for me to take some liquor to the exclusive section of the club.
After getting rejected, this was the only place that offered me a job as a bartender. If I wanted a stable life as a wolfless woman after college, I needed money.
The VIP lounge was more enclosed than the other floors. I made my way through the dark room, some guests grinding their bodies against each other on the dance floor.
Others were almost doing the deed on the couch right there! ‘You need this money, Scarlet.’ I reminded myself. It was the only way not to lose my sense. I held my breath and starte
