Panic claws at my throat. I have to get out here. But where? I have no money, no one to turn to. My eyes land on the welcome packet that must be in every dorm on the desk. An idea begins to take root. Mrs. Graves. Ryker’s mother had offered me a job cleaning her house. I’d kind of dismissed it, terrified of being anywhere near Ryker, but now… now the thought of facing him seems less terrifying than being owned by Jaxson.
I need money and I need a plan. This is the first step of many. Then once I save enough, maybe I can apply to a different pack in a different town far away from Jaxson, or maybe save enough to hide in a human city. Surely, there are other omegas there to help me find suppressants. Or maybe I stock up and risk a shifter city once I run out.
Flipping through the packet, I
