Elara Wynn

Anne didn’t argue. Instead, she gestured to the other maids to get to work and spoke to me carefully, “Alpha Voss said they failed to serve you well, which led you to run away. From now on, we will replace them. We hope you’ll give us a chance, and won’t run again.”

I clenched my teeth. Too many had suffered because of me.

Aunt May was a devoted omega. She had spent nearly all her youth caring for me in this house. She had worked in Orin Garden for eighteen years. She was ...