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Octavia's POV
"Ah!" I yelped as I found myself tripping on something and falling forward. Immense pain enveloped me as I hissed. I would have bashed my head on the granite floor if I hadn't reacted fast. Instead of my head, my hand and knees bore the brunt as they were scraped badly.
"Oh! Sorry about that runt." I looked up slowly to see that it was Riley, my coworker smirking deviously at me with one of her feet stretches out. Her two minions stood cackling like witches behind her.
I really wanted to question if she thought that this was a school setting and she was the queen bee but I knew better. "It's okay." I scrambled to my feet, biting my lip to endure the numbing pain in my knees.
I bent and picked up all my belongings that had been scattered on the floor. I could feel their mocking stares on me.
"You really don't need to kneel to Riley. We know you respect her but she doesn't need it. Especially from a worthless runt like you." One of the minions said sarcastically.
"Hehe. Let her be. She is at the lowest rungs of the pack anyways so serving Riley is giving her a bit of peace." The other echoed and I rolled my eyes inwardly.
I straightened up with a groan and then tried to leave thinking that they had let me off but they blocked my path.
I frowned.
"I have to go for my shift so please let me pass." I really had to leave or I would be scolded and my little pay would be docked.
I kept praying that they would let me go today but my prayers were unanswered.
One of the minions smacked my face abruptly making me yelp. I covered it and leaned backwards as I stared at them warily.
"Who gave you the permission to leave runt?"
I didn't understand why these girls just keep jabbing at me. We were all working for the alpha's manor so I have never understood why they placed Riley on a pedestal.
Ever since our pack faced war a few years ago, both men and women have been allowed to take up patrol jobs to earn money. That was the only job that would take me as no one else wanted to work with me.
I was seen like some kind of anomaly.
I knew the reason why but I could never accept it, even now.
Yes she was pretty with her golden locks and baby blue eyes but at most, she would get a befitting suitor. She was still a lowly maid like I was.
Like she had heard my thoughts, Riley piped up in a voice that sounded way too high pitched to me. "Look at her looking all confused. I'm sure she thinks that she's in the same caliber as us." She giggled like she just told the joke of the century. "What a farce."
She walked closer and pinched my chin harshly between her fingers. I tried to struggled but her minions were besides me in a flash holding each of my hands to keep me in place.
Riley had an evil looking grin on her face. I started to tremble at the sudden turn of events.
"You'll never measure up to me. You can never find your place and will never be more than a weak worthless runt. You will always be beneath me and everyone in the pack and you are well aware of the reason, aren't you? So I don't need to spell it our for you."
I paled.
Yes I was well aware of why she and everyone else treated me like this. I was aware of why I never fit into anywhere in the pack.
She released my chin and I thought that would be the end of it but I was wrong.
Fear engulfed me as they covered my mouth and then proceeded to drag me to a desolate corner in the manor.
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