A slave, once more..

Rachael's POV

I stood in front of the tiny mirror in my room putting on a slave dress or better put in a simpler word... rags.

I had returned to the palace together with Jake and Jackson, and Jared had gone back to his maternal home.

Yesterday, I felt hyped up about coming back to the palace, but all the energy I felt had left, leaving me empty.

I'm not ready for this.

I don't want to be out there, and definitely not in this rag.

"Are you ready?" I heard Orchid's voice. I turned around to see her poking her head into my room... standing right outside the door.

I stared at her, then back at my reflection in the mirror. Am I ready?

No.

I'm not.

"What's wrong?" Orchid asked, walking into the room with a hint of worry in her voice.

I wanted to say— nothing. I wanted to say— everything is all good. But, but it's not.

"Do I really have to go out there?"

"No. Not really. You are working in the kitchen, so if you don't feel up to it, I will have somebody cover for you. If the alpha—"

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