Winter’s POV

"I can dress myself," I insisted, batting away the hands of the maids trying to force a silk dress over my head.

"We are only following orders," the one holding the garment said, her voice tight. She yanked harder, and I stumbled forward. Like me, she was an omega, but unlike her, I wasn't submissive. I was stronger, but her grip was surprisingly stubborn.

"Well, my order is that I want to dress myself!" I finally ripped the dress from her grasp.

The maid didn't bother to hide ...