Esme's POV“Esme! Did you hear me or are you deaf now?”I flinched at the sound of Lydia’s voice. She was standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, glaring at me like I had committed the worst crime in the world.“Yes, I heard you,” I said quietly, picking up the dirty plates from the long dining table. My back ached from scrubbing floors since dawn, and my hands smelled like soap and onions.“Then move faster,” she snapped. “The Alpha will be here soon, and this place looks like a pigsty.”I bit back the words sitting on my tongue. Lydia wasn’t my mother. She wasn’t even blood. But for the last ten years, I had lived in her house, eating scraps from her table, and following every order she barked. She and her husband, Thomas, had taken me in when I was ten, or that’s what they liked to say. “Took me in” sounded nicer than “turned me into a housemaid.”“I’m trying,” I said, stacking another pile of plates and carrying them to the sink.“Trying isn’t enough,” Lydia said. “You’re twen
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