Return of The Rejected Omega
So, I nodded, my heart pounding as I followed them to the pack house’s private bar.
The moment we stepped inside, Aaron tossed his jacket on me. “Hang that up, would you, Omega?”
I clenched my jaw, hanging it on the rack as more laughter erupted from the group. The air was thick with alcohol and cruelty.
“Get us drinks,” Jacob ordered, lounging back in one of the leather chairs. “You know where everything is, right?”
I nodded, moving to the bar to pour them their drinks, my hands trembling as I worked.
“Look at her,” Marcus said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “She’s just here for decoration, isn’t she?”
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