Noella's POV
Walking out of his chamber, I deliberately went over to the other axis in the room. I entirely left his mansion into the outer yard, where the other werewolves reside. I walked on the grassy path, which made my feet wet because of the wet grasses.
"Miss. Noella," the werewolves who were in the group, greeted me with a short bow, and I waved at them.
They were slaves, the Omegas, and rejected the Gammas.
I don't know about Omegas, but Gammas were guards of our pack, but it seems the ones here doing the work of privies have been rejected.
I approached them with a cold smile, and they maintained a safe distance.
"It's a good day, isn't it?" I lift my gaze away from them, staring around the arena.
Other slaves were busy with multiple activities for the rich werewolves.
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