Fated To The Evil Viking

o me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while

they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact

late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress relie

they all want to know what it feels like to beat on the freak who smells like a shifter but just wouldn't shift. They wanted to find out how flat I c

ered in fear, nor have I begged for mercy. That is what infuriates them the most about me and what makes me happ

nd tranquility at last! It is the time I finally get to put my feet up, close my eyes, and forg

finally able to drift off to la-la land. Nighttime and sleep, my temporary

e is A

plain Ash. Like the powdery residue l

e me that much. I mean who named their only daughter Ash, mad

eeping expenses. My mother forced me to work as a maid, the same work she does for a living. While she work

g officials stay in the pack house with their families if they so wish. And

d elders are gathered inside the pack's dining hall, waiting

in a meeting unless it's important and he needs their opinion. Since I dropped out of school and every shifter avoided me like a plague, there's no way fo

orth America. The brothers want to duel with each other to know who will be the next Alpha of their pack. And the Alpha of our pack t

esn't include the Omega maid who hasn't even gotten her wolf yet. Well, I h

earing the dirty dishes off the dining table. I need to get the task done and get the coffee going

s and we all look towards the door to see if it's the Alpha and his Luna that just arrived. The thought of the Alpha arriving when every

lley are a 55-cup stainless steel coffee urn, large bowls of sugar, a big creamer vessel, and several coffee mugs stacked face down. I tu

p injury that happened as a result of a bad fall but she outrightly refused to because of me. She was afr

late. Looking at her struggling with her bad hip to push a 3-tier trolley with so much stuff on it hurts my heart so bad. I'm ang

t I was pushing and rushed forw

t to Martha. I know right then that I'm in deep shit because he knew how much Martha means to me and wanted to use her to punish me for refusing his

e how badly she's shaking when she lets go of the trolley and leans on the wall for support. She knows I'

l! He's had it in for me ever since I kicked him hard in the nuts for trying to force himself on me. Since I know there's no escaping this one, I ig