Grace's POV
*The next day*
It was my birthday and here I was preparing breakfast for the Alphas.
I've been awake since three a.m and I'm quite the definition of exhausted beyond saving.
It was just about six a.m as I started setting the table. I have no idea what anyone wants to eat so I made everything. Since I'm a full time omega I'm always here alone in the morning so when I heard the beeping of horns outside I had to leave the food to attend to the new coming Alphas.
I wiped my hand and ran outside and started taking the luggages from the cars before bring them to the rooms. One felt weird carrying it honestly I didn't even want to touch it. No, it isn't dirty or anything it just smelled intoxicating.
I ran back to the kitchen and there goes my Alpha shouting at me for being slow.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?!" He boomed.
"I....I was g....getting the luggage" I stuttered.
"HURRY UP SERVE US!" He shouted.
I entered the kitchen and the air was suffocating but I dare not look for my mate whom it was coming from.
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The Alpha's Omega
WerewolfOne Alpha, One Omega Quite the wrong mate yet it seems so right. There just no telling what can go down when an Alpha gets and Omega as a mate. Grace's fate as a Luna lies in the hands of the elders must I include her mother?
