Agatha’s POV

The first day they dragged me into the pack house to start work, I thought it was a joke. Me? Labor work? Scrubbing floors, serving food like some maid? No. That wasn’t for me. I was Agatha

. I was feared once. People lowered their heads when I walked by. I had power. I had respect. I had fear on my side. I wasn’t some useless servant meant to carry buckets of water.

But they didn’t care who I was before. The Alphas made sure of that. They looked at me like I was ...