CHAPTER 8

As expected, the issue from dinner didn't end there. I knew there was no way I would get out of a punishment after my reaction. And even though I shouldn't feel disappointed or let down by my mate's reaction, I still was. It was so disgusting to hear. That it was okay to be touched against my will because I was wearing clothes that were too tight or too short. And it wasn't even my fault in the first place. I had nothing to wear. I had been taken from my pack with no belongings. The only thing I had on me was the tattered clothes and the coat beta Hermes had given to me.

Martha didn't want me to wear that and gave me little clothes. Maybe it was my fault for not speaking out and requesting for new and better clothes, that could size me perfectly. But who could I have possibly asked? Anyway, I was given the tiniest brush ever to scrub the whole of the ballroom. So on my hands and knees, I scrubbed the massive ballroom. I didn't get anything to eat because I was upset at everything an