Blood And Desire
Wooden tubs, carved with wolf motifs and spaced generously apart, stood filled with warm water, their surfaces dotted with crimson rose petals that floated like blood on snow, like a small oasis of luxury that felt like a mockery of their servitude.
Attendants stripped the Omegas of their linen garments, handing each a lump of jasmine soap and a rough washcloth before guiding them into the tubs. Scarlett eased into hers, wincing as the water stung the welt on her calf still throbbing from Odessa’s strike. She sank into the water, the heat soothing yet foreign, her silver hair fanning out like liquid moonlight.
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