Sam’s POV
***Trigger warning***
“Samantha, get in here,” Alpha Aaron yelled at me.
“Sir, I am right here. What can I do for you?” I asked, as I kept my head down.
“Get me fresh coffee this cold.”
I said nothing, as I knew silence was expected of me. Technically, he was my mate, but he hated me. I wasn’t sure why, but he always has. Growing up, he picked on me. Nothing more than teasing me because of what I wore or that my hair was always in a braid, but what they didn't know was I wore it that way because my mom didn’t care enough to make sure that I had shampoo or conditioner or soap for that matter. She didn’t care about anything when it came to me, so when she died when I was sixteen, it was really a blessing. I went to the pack house and was given basic things.
I quickly got the
