Chapter 9: A Show Of Strength

“There used to be four of us in a room. Then some renovation happened, and more rooms were cleared. Now we have a big, beautiful room to ourselves. Isn't that wonderful!” Sarah said in excitement as she finished her dinner. She kept the plate beside her, only to look up to see Freya staring at her in fixation.

“What is it?”

“Aren't we going to take the plate to the kitchen?” Freya asked, glancing at her empty plate.

“There are people for that.” Sarah replied, waving her aside before she recalled Freya was an omega, which meant she probably did stuff like this in her old pack. Sure enough, she raised her eyes again to see Freya looking at her blankly.

“Don't get me wrong. It's often used as punishment for misbehaving. So, whoever is coming to take our plates isn't someone with a low rank. It might even be an upcoming Alpha.” Sarah joked, but there was still no crack on Freya's expression. “I was talking down on you or anything.”

“I know. I just recalled something important.” Freya