Luna Reborn
But I can feel her eyes on me the whole time, and it’s making me nervous.
When I hand her the second cup, Linda takes a sip and seems to be pleased. “This is much better,” she says with a nod. “I guess you’re not completely hopeless, Phoebe... Well, you are a weak and ugly Omega, but at least your brain is working...somewhat, at least.”
Relief washes over me, but it’s quickly replaced by shame. I hate feeling like I’m worth less than these girls, but there’s nothing I can do about it.