Allene's POV
The morning sun had barely risen when I was already on my feet, moving from one task to another like a shadow no one truly saw. A basket of laundry pressed heavily against my hip as I walked across the courtyard, my legs aching from hours of standing. My palms were raw from scrubbing floors and washing dishes, and sweat clung stubbornly to my neck. The duties given to me were meant for an omega, simple but endless. I swallowed my pride and kept working because I had no choice.
I thought I had escaped this life but it still clung to me like a stale stench.
“Move faster, omega,” Kattie’s sharp voice rang out behind me.
I turned slowly. Kattie stood beside two of her friends, their expressions filled with mock concern that barely hid their amusement.
“I’m moving as fast as I
