Chapter - 16

As evening rolled around, Michel called us to the kitchen again, telling us our duties.

Thankfully for me, I was supposed to be washing the dishes. Which meant minimal interaction with the guests or any of the pack members. I had a feeling a certain green eyed man was responsible for the easier task I was assigned tonight. It made me smile.

I happily fake limped my way deeper into the kitchen, rolling my sleeves up and readying myself for the task at hand.

Unfortunately, Raymond was on serving duty tonight and I had one of the other girls, Gemma, helping me with the dishes.

She was a slave, too, but even the slaves avoided talking to me unless it was absolutely necessary. From what I'd gathered over the years was that when my mother had been still alive, there had been no such thing as slavery. It was Alpha Adrian who had introduced it so he could have someone to take his anger out on whenever he felt like it. So the lowest omegas had been officially converted to slaves for the