Lisa's pov
Mornings in this pack were something else entirely. The sun didn’t just rise—it screamed in your face through those ridiculously wide windows with no intention of being subtle. I had barely managed to tame the mess on my head and look remotely presentable when Calla shoved a mop in my hand like it was a royal sword.
“Today,” she said with mock solemnity, “you mop with pride. You represent the grace and humility of a well-disciplined maid.”
I gave her a dead stare. “So what you’re saying is… the Alpha is walking through this corridor today.”
Calla winked. “Sharp as ever.”
The other girls had already started scrubbing, brushing, polishing, and doing other things I swore would haunt my dreams. I joined them without a fuss because I was determined to fit in—or at least not get
