It had been a week since I started my new life as an Omega in the pack house. Every day blurred into the next, filled with endless cleaning, scrubbing, and menial tasks that left my body aching and my spirit frayed. But at least no one had bothered me. I hadn't seen Lillian since that first day, and for that small mercy, I was grateful.
I tried to keep my head down and avoid trouble. The less attention I drew to myself, the better. I wasn't here to make waves-I was here to survive.
Carrying a bucket of soapy water up the stairs, my arms strained from the weight, I focused on my steps, careful not to spill a drop. My day was nearly over, and I was exhausted, counting down the moments until I could collapse into bed.
Then, out of nowhere, a force slammed into me from behind. I stumbled fo
