INDY
I overheard some of the maids talking.
I wasn’t trying to. I had only slowed down because I dropped one of the folded shirts I was carrying, and when I bent to pick it up, their voices floated through the corridor like they were meant for me to hear.
“It’s going to be my heat soon,” Clara said.
I stopped in my tracks.
My fingers tightened around the cloth in my hands, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe properly.
“I don’t know what to do. It hurts when I have it. It feels like I’m losing control every time it hits.”
“These are the times when it’s inconvenient to be an Omega. It’s better to be a Beta.”
Her voice was soft, unlike the tone she used with me. It was the kind of voice that made people choose her.
The maids began to murmur around her, voices overlapping in
