PACK BREAKFAST

After washing up and getting Cole dressed for the day, I carried him in my arms and walked up to the door.

Despite my hesitance, when I’d pushed down on the handle, the door opened and I let out a breath of relief. Sure I was still reeling from the rudeness of the woman that had come in, it almost felt like an imagination.

Now I had to have breakfast with the pack members, who knew what they thought about me? Who would want an omega at a pack table?

Something told me Aspen was doing this just to show how beneath him I was, I hated it and hated him for it.

Still, I will never show my weakness to anyone.

As I walked, I heard my muted footsteps against the hardwood floors of the expansive pack house as we made our way through the maze of corridors. Cole was restless in my arms, asking to be put down. He could walk on his own but last thing I wanted was for him to wander off in a place I knew nothing about, his bright blue eyes wide with curiosity as he took in all the unfamilia