I lay curled on the cold wooden floor, my body trembling as waves of despair crashed over me. The jeers, the accusations, the venomous cries of the pack still rang in my ears, like ghostly echoes clawing at my sanity. Omega. Servant. Disgrace. The words were brands, seared into my very soul.
A shadow loomed above me, and a shiny black shoe stepped into view. Slowly, I raised my head, my tear-streaked face meeting the cold, unrelenting eyes of Alpha Joshua. His expression was carefully neutral, but I caught the flicker of something-regret? Guilt? No, it was pity, and it only twisted the knife deeper.
"Why?" I croaked, my voice cracked and raw. My throat burned from holding back the sobs that threatened to consume me. "Why did you do this to me, Uncle Josh?"
For a moment, something human
