The Alpha in My Dream
It belonged to Anna.
Anna was also an Omega. But in the cruel world of the lower ranks, Anna made herself the boss by stomping on Rosemary. In a werewolf pack, strength was everything. Being an Omega was already hard, but Rosemary was something worse—she was weak.
"Are you deaf, Rosemary? Or is your wolf so weak that your ears stopped working?" Anna sneered. She walked closer and kicked over Rosemary's bucket of soapy water. The dirty water rushed across the stone floor, soaking right through Rosemary's old shoes.