Mysterious wolvesMilo’s POV The next few days blurred into an everyday routine of waking up, going to work, enduring the hate and silence treatment from the fellow workers, and then back to the Master's palace. Master still hadn’t returned from wherever he went. And despite myself, each night, I would always wonder where he went to? And why is he not yet back in this time that his pack needed him most. It had been three days since the incident with the wounded soldier, and yet the whispers hadn't stopped. If not, it had grown worse.Every time I walked past a corridor, I felt their eyes that continue to trail on me. “Dog.” “whore.” “He doesn’t belong here.” The words rolled off their tongues like venom. At first, they stung, but I forced myself not to crumble. If I broke now, then the people will see me for who i am, a weak omegaSo, I kept working and assisting in any way I could.Mopping floors. Carrying and washing the sheets, throwing away the rubbish. Because of the hate and n
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