22. Mates

ANDREA.

I’m busy running around and trying to meet the orders of the wolves around. I understand that we are omegas but can't they just get their slice of pizza or pice of cake by themselves.

“Thank you, omega. Can I have a beer?” A man says flashing me his tobacco stained teeth. Eww!

“The name is Andrea,” I replied through gritted teeth, reminding him for the umpteenth time.

I know Alpha Gavin is trying his best to make sure that all pack members treat one another with respect but that does not stop the idiots from being jerks right?

After getting him his beer, I take a box of chicken pizza to an isolated corner and sit on a tree trunk. I take a bite out of the slice in my hand and I relish the taste. I do think that the homemade pizza is better than the ones gotten from eateries or restaurants.

“Shoot! I forgot to get a drink.” I muttered to myself and got up, placing the box down on the trunk and holding the half eaten slice of pizza in my hands.

I hummed a tune as I walked t