ALISHA.I lay on the thin straw mat, arms folded beneath my head as I stared up at the cracked wooden ceiling of the servants’ quarters. The evening breeze slipped through the broken window, a small mercy after the blistering day. My muscles ached from scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and fetching water from the well. I closed my eyes, willing my mind to drift somewhere—anywhere—farther than this cursed packhouse.But suddenly, a whip of coldness crashed over me.“Please stop,” I gasped. My whole body trembled from the icy sting of dirty water soaking my skin, drenching the thin dress and clinging to my frail frame.“Get up! You filthy omega," a familiar voice sneered. I looked up. It was my step-sister, Jenna, towering over me. Her arms were folded, a cruel smile spreading across her flawless face. Her blonde hair gleamed under the dim light, perfect and untouchable—everything I wasn’t.I clenched my fist. Another day. Another humiliation. This shitty cycle never ends, does it?“J
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