Amara: The Alpha's slave mate
I drained the last of the tea from my cup, stood and straightened out the grey dress that was the slave’s uniform and made my way back into the house.
Mia was hanging washing on the line, Tara was beating the dust out of a rug over by the bin shed, Layla and Macy were sat lost in conversation, to the outside world everything here would seem perfectly normal, a relaxed and happy home, but we knew different, none of us were here by choice and we all hung on the mercy of the Alpha.
I left my cup in the sink and went in search of Mrs H, time to get back to work.