The other omegas often wonder why Luna looks down on us, but I don’t. I know why and the answer is deplorable. Luna Kandace has very specific reasons for trying to make herself feel better than us, but her and I both know the truth. She is nothing but a big fat coward. So she can mistreat us all she wants. She can behave like she is better, and she can try to convince herself it is true by convincing her son, but I know the truth.
“Morning ladies,” Alpha Patrick greets as he strolls into the kitchen, looking the same as he does every day.
I smile at him while Mrs. Marsh huffs.
“Would be a better morning if I had had more help,” she mumbles, and Alpha chuckles.
“Don’t give me that. You would have thrown a fit if I filled your kitchen with strangers…and Goddess forbid I hire a catering service. You would shift and attack me on the spot Mrs. Marsh,” Alpha says, speaking the absolute truth.
I laugh as I hand him a plate full of his favorites, and Mrs. Marsh huffs again. She slaps a dish towel in the air and refocuses on the dough she is rolling.
“Exactly,” Alpha states, knowing he won.
Luna’s scent gets close, so I place her plate next to Alpha before she arrives, and I turn back to the stove.
“Chloe, it’s your birthday tomorrow too,” Alpha suddenly says as if he completely forgot, and I nod my head.
I keep my back to the Alpha couple while answering, so my face is hidden from Luna’s cold blue eyes.
“Yes. I turn eighteen as well. But my birthday is always a sad day. This year I don’t know how to feel,” I reply, and Alpha sighs.
“Your mother was a fine wolf. I miss her too,” Alpha says, and my ears pick up on the Luna grinding her teeth together.
“Yes, she was,” I whisper, and Luna growls.
“If you insist on talking, at least face us. It’s bad enough you are disrupting the peace of the morning,” Luna snaps, and Alpha growls.
I turn and meet her hateful eyes head-on. For years now, this has been our relationship, but I don’t let it get to me. I am a proud wolf. I serve my pack dutifully. I am not worthless or less than her precious son, just like my omega mother wasn’t useless thirteen years ago. Every wolf matters in a pack, and her self-hate won’t rub off on me no matter what she says.
“Kandace,” Alpha growls, and Luna snaps her head in his direction.
“I came down to have a peaceful morning. Tomorrow is OUR son’s big day, and you’re talking to an omega about ancient history,” Luna snaps, and Alpha’s neck turns red.
“That omega is your best friend’s daughter. She has grown up in our home. I can speak with her about her birthday and her mother,” Alpha snarls while using some of his command power.
Luna’s posture becomes rigid, and I turn back to the stove to avoid the explosion about to take place.
“Did you just try to bend me to your will,” Luna screams, and my ears feel as if they might bleed?
“Yes, I did. What has gotten into you? You act as if you are some fucking queen. Newsflash Kandace, these are our people. They might take care of our basic needs, but it’s our job to protect them. We are Alpha’s, not tyrants. I can speak to the people who live in our home with us,” Alpha roars, and I can feel Luna’s eyes on my back for a moment.
“You should be more concerned with your son’s big day than the daughter of a dead omega,” Luna snaps, and I whip around.
Mrs. Marsh grabs me before I can attack the pathetic female, and the room falls silent. Luna and I stare at each other with nothing but hate while Alpha looks embarrassed.
“Chloe, please forgive Luna. She is just upset with me. Why don’t you get your other chores done and send Melanie to help Mrs. Marsh,” Alpha says after a few tense moments, and I nod.
I bite my tongue and leave the room, just like my dead omega mother taught me.
Be a lady.
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