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Breakfast was delicious. I try not to think too much about the elephant in the room. I focus on rinsing and loading the dishwasher. As soon as we are done cleaning up, Mark hands Rose a small backpack.

“My thingies?” Rose asks as she puts on the straps. She tries to look over her shoulder at the bag.

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I have to bite my lips to keep myself from cooing at how cute she looks. In the fall she will look so cute as she goes off to preschool.

“All packed,” Uncle Mike smiles. “I even put some snacks in there for you.”

Rose nods her head as she makes her way to the front door.

“Why do I feel like I’m sending Rose off to school?” I ask as I follow her.

“Because it kinda does. Her bag has snacks and art supplies to keep her busy at the pack house while we work,” Mark says as he follows me. He ces a quick kiss on my cheek before he picks up Rose.

“You ready?” Cal asks as he joins us at the front door.

“Yes,” I say with a nod. I am ready to get out of the house.

“Kira is meeting us at the pack house,” Mark says as he walks down the steps.

“What is she going to be doing?” I ask in confusion. I know I said that she was going to be there, I was just curious. as to the extent of she was going to be doing.

“You both are going to meet with Michelle about running the pack house,” Cal tells.

I try not to sigh at the statement that I have to do something. But I do remember that the head Omega has been pestering my mates about me meeting with her. Beren tries not bristle at being told what to do.

We make our way to the pack house. It’s mid morning, so the ce is bustling with activity. Warriors are running in and out of the house. There is a group of teens ying ser in the empty field beside the house.

An Omega shouts from the deck, “Ya better not hit the pack house with that ball!”

“Yes ma’am,” several shout in reply.

“Boys,” the Omega says as she catches sight of our group.

“Michelle,” Mark and Cal chorus together.

“Ma’am,” I say as I realize that this is the head Omega.

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“Let’s have ba /blook at ya,” Michelle says as she looks over me. “Ya look just like your grandma.”

“Thank you,” I choke out. I am not going to cry. I’m not.

“Let’s get to it,” she says with a nod of her head. “Ya boys head on in. We’ll be in the kitchen if ya need us.” She takes my hand and leads me into the pack house.

“Rose, stay with your dads,b” /bI shout before I am dragged inside.

The twinsugh a little at my plight, but don’t stop the head Omega from dragging me to the kitchen. Kira is already waiting in the kitchen. She has flour all over her head and shirt.

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“About time,” she grumbles with a slight smile. She is rolling out cookie dough. “I’ve been here since seven and it’s now nine.”

“Alright, how much do ya know baking and cooking?” Michelle asks me with an eyebrow raised before I am able to respond to Kira.

“My grandmother taught me,” I tell her.

“Good,” she smirks. “Maybe ya can get She working properly.” She points towards the stove where another Omega is absent mindlessly stirring a pot.

I nod my head and walk over to the middle aged she wolf. I was far enough away that she did not hear Michelle and Ie into therge, industrial, kitchen.

“What?” she snaps as she sees me approaching her.

I force a smile onto my face. I need to get the Omegas here at the pack house to like me. Coming in here and barking orders is not going to win me any favors. Also, she probably doesn’t recognize me from the night I was introduced to the pack. “Hi, I’m-” I start before I am interrupted.

“I don’t care about your life story. Michelle put you in my care and so that means you listen to me. The lunch rush will being in soon. That means the out–going border patrol will be in and those that are finishing up with morning training with the Delta. You will not embarrass me,” she snarls quietly so Michelle does not hear. “Then once that rush dies down, we have fifteen minutes before the second rushes in.”

I want to growl back, as does Beren. But I take a deep breath. Maybe she is having a rough day and just needs some kindness.

I am about to say something when she cuts me off. “Get to work. Stir the soup while I get the seasoning,” she orders before she walks over to the walk–in pantry. She is gone for ten minutes before shees back.

Yep, She is a bitch. It takes me less than thirty minutes to reach that conclusion.

Every time I try to correct her cooking, she snarls a threat at me. She snarls about how she is a personal friend of the Alphas and how she will get me fired. She tells me that her daughter might be picked as the one of the next

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ranked females. She starts to snarl about how she knows what our warriors like and some new Omega should learn

her ce.

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This behavior continues long into lunch. She finds everything wrong and even makes some things up. I add too much spice to the Cajun fries. The green beans are mush and nd. It’s my fault that the soup scorched and burned. Everything that she is supposed to be in charge of, and something that I never even touched, turns out wrong

because of me.

My only saving grace is Kira. She would bump her shoulder into mine and offer me a smile. She understands why I have not spoken up, it’s the same reason why she hasn’t said anything. We are new to the scene and wille off as

snobby.

‘She’s worse than Marie and Melissa,‘ Beren growls.

‘I know. As soon as lunch is over, we will talk with Michelle and our mates,‘ I sigh. I have put up with seven years of

this kind of behavior, I can put up with one more hour. Lunch is over at 2:00 p.m. Kitchen then closes and starts prepping for dinner.

What is on more hour?

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