The Lowest Omega?

‘I doubt if Amber was treated like this in the first timeline,’ Diana thought.

Hands in her luggage, she stood in front of a room akin to a utility room inside the Blood Claws Pack. Sighing at how childish the alpha was acting, she opened the dingy old door with the rusty key Beta Seymor gave her right after arriving at the back of the pack house.

No welcoming. No introduction. Nothing. Diana’s arrival was treated like a grand secret befitting of a criminal.

“I wouldn’t wonder if I find any dead body here,” mumbled Diana. She wandered around the tiny room.

Aside from a bed which was fairly new, a cabinet, a study table, and a chair, there was nothing. There was no source of light either. The wall had yellowish streaks on the wallpaper. Cobwebs littered the corners of her ceiling. And the small window right in front of her study table was dusty.

“At least the bed is comfy.”

Diana did not mind being in this kind of room. Almost all her life, she lived as the lesser one. This time, she w