Cosette’s POV

I couldn’t sleep.


The pasta sat like rocks in my stomach, and every time I closed my eyes I saw Sienna’s smug little face peeking over Luther’s shoulder in that steaming bathroom.

So I did what any self-respecting omega with a grudge does at two in the morning.
I put my uniform back on, twisted my hair into an even tighter bun, and went hunting for gossip.

The pack house never really sleeps. There’s always someone scrubbing, someone crying, someone sneaking a ...