31. Get Bullied

Jessamine

Moira. Katherine. Helen. Vivian. Keisha. A horrible bunch, really.

I sip my tea, watching them beneath long lashes. My head inches left. Evelyn. Cassandra. Ava. Emma. Daphne. The less terrible group. Saved only by the arrival of rogues before they could be hunted to death as well.

And then, there’s me, belonging to neither group. I’m the one who spent the night with Alpha Kier and saved his life. Today, I’m not a maid or an Omega. Today, I’m special. Today is when the tables turn.

They can feel it, I’m sure. The shift in the air. The tension. The storm brewing.

“Jessamine.”

I drop the tea cup on the saucer without making a sound, and I raise my head, waiting.

Moira nods toward the platters piled with various foods: cheeses, bread, fruits, pastries of every kind, all arrayed before us. "The servants are rather slow today?" She leans forward in her seat and pushes the platter nearer to me. "Serve us."

My fingers curl in my lap as I stare her down. “Why?”

Katherine snort