Amelia
"You little b***h," he snarled, advancing on me. "I'll teach you to show respect."
Terror overwhelmed my brief moment of courage, and I backed away from him, my hand pressed to my stinging cheek. "I'll tell Alpha Xavier," I threatened, though my voice shook with fear.
His laugh was harsh and mocking. "You'll tell the Alpha? And what exactly do you think he'll do, omega? Do you really believe that he will take the word of a mere servant over that of a pack warrior?"
His words hit me like a physical blow because deep down, I knew he was right. Xavier barely acknowledged my existence most days. To him, I was nothing more than a useful tool, a servant to fetch his meals and clean his chambers. The mate bond between us meant nothing to him, he had made that abundantly clear.
“Alpha
