DEA
“Good morning,” I said in a soft voice when I walked into the dining hall that morning and abruptly stopped at the doorway when I saw the omegas and the enforcers, as what Arthur calls them, eating on the tables.
Arthur left early that dawn after kissing my head and gently lifting the covers up to my neck so now I am all alone, cautious and fidgeting in front of their curious gaze.
Every pair of eyes turned to me, chairs scraping loudly against the floor as they all moved to look my way.
“Good morning, luna,” they said halfheartedly in unison and stood up carrying their plates even when they were not yet finished eating.
The dryness in their tone hit me like a slap. My fingers curled slightly at my sides as I forced a small smile, trying not to let the chill crawling up my spine
