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“Come hold these for me, will you?” Brielle asked.
“Sure,” I answered excitedly.
I grabbed the two pieces and held them firmly together.
“Don’t be afraid to really press,” she instructed.
I nodded, fascinated as she confidently drilled into the slabs of wood.
“So, how are the new mates working out for you?” Brielle asked.
“I’m not sure how to answer that,” I confessed. “I don’t have much experience with males, and everything is so different here, so I’m never sure what to expect.”
“None of us are,” Brielle said. “I don’t know what it’s like to grow up in an unsanctioned pack, but from what I gather, every Omega is kept sheltered.”
My interest spiked. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I was on the run with my father until the Council caught us when I was fourteen. Then, I stayed at the boarding house like most Omegas. In both circumstances, I didn’t have much male interaction. It was the whole purity thing, you know?”
Goddess, I knew. Alpha Kane was adamant I remained “whole” for him. I shuddered at the memory.
“What was it like? The boarding house, I mean,” I asked before I lost my courage.
Brielle put down her tools. “It was hell. We were treated like breathing baby-makers, taught to be quiet and listen—to accept scraps of kindness and be grateful we had a place in the world.”
Her voice was bitter, but I found comradery in the tone. I knew what it was like to lower yourself to survive. We weren’t as different as the Blood Moon pack tried to make me believe.
Council or not, Omegas were thought of as things, not people.
“I understand,” I said. “I was less than nothing in my old pack.”
Brielle put her hand over mine.
“It’s not like that here. In this pack, with your mates, you are someone. Give them a chance to prove it to you.”
I decided I would.
***
The long sweetgrass tickled my legs as we headed toward the forest. Gentry met the rest of us for our lunch break, and we planned to run just like they promised.
Our mates wouldn’t lie to us, my wolf said.
I could feel her excitement. She wanted to play with her mates, to run with them, to . . . bond.
Wait . . . what?
Bond?
No, we can’t bond with them, I said.
I will have my mates. It is my right, my wolf argued stubbornly. The vile pills you put in your body do not fill the emptiness. Only our mates can do that.
My panic must have shown on my face because Gentry turned to face me. “Myla, is something wrong?”
Oh, Goddess. I must look like the hybrid child of a beet and a tomato.
“No, not at all,” I replied.
