Chapter 12

My face was doused with makeup that I would never dream of affording. One glimpse at the tubes I saw on the table in front of me and I knew it was worth me six times over.

The maids helped me to the bathroom so that I could be "cleansed" as Erisa said. Yes, her name was Erisa, because I had heard the maids call her by that name.

"But I already had my bath," I protested. Even though my bath was more than seven hours ago.

Erisa looked at me with reduced disgust, her disdained look had reduced in intensity after that threat by Callum. "Look Om—young woman, it is important that you are very clean for my art to work on you," she explained in a very posh way that very wealthy high-born werewolves spoke.

The maids were more gentle in the bath than I had expected. The treatment I was getting was more than I could have ever dreamed of. It was as if one of my wildest dreams had come to reality. Our roles were reversed, they were taking care of me, am Omega with no name or house.

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