Chapter 9

A werewolf's scent was her essence. Was everything to her and cherished by her. Her identity.

Being accused of stealing it was no mere allegations, especially now that it was a higher up who did. And against an omega.

Olivia was imprisoned and the next morning, she had been brought out before the people as the scent seer had arrived. She was part of the few trained people who were experts at knowing whose scent had been stolen and who did it.

Olivia couldn't wait for the woman to walk up to her, sniff her and announce her innocence to the crowd.

She needed to go. She had to find another way to escape. She hadn't even eaten since the previous night.

Not as if that bothered her, she'd survived far more days on an empty stomach when she was still Sheryl's maid.

Being stripped and whipped, locked up in the storage room for days and sometimes weeks with no food nor water, whenever Sheryl heard the workers whispering among themselves how prettier and curvier Olivia was, compared to he