When I got out from the house full of women, I was already wearing nice clothes and my hair was brushed. They also fed me and made sure that I wasn't hurting anywhere in my body, which I was very thankful for. "Don't thank us," said the plump woman in her mid-forties who seemed to be their leader. Her name was Roma. "We just followed Alpha Marcus' orders."

"But still, I have to be grateful to you. You still treated me nicely even though I'm half-breed."

Roma stared at me, ...