Page 51 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I’ve never met with alphas without it.
Like hell am I starting today. I don’t know if I have the strength to do so. The events of last night are still freaking me the fuck out, when I think about it too hard.
There’s a text message on my phone waiting for me.
Killian
Good morning, Reyna. Don’t forget to bring your things with you when we come to pick you up.
See you soon.
I toss my phone onto the countertop without responding before glancing at myself in the mirror.
What I see is off-putting.
There are dark bags under my eyes, even though I’ve gotten a decent bit of sleep. More sleep than usual, considering I’m used to getting home ridiculously late before getting all the kids to school. The majority of my sleep comes from naps I manage to squeeze in during the day.
Looks like I’ll have to use extra concealer today.
That’s not the part that bothers me, though.
Bare-faced like this? I look young. Vulnerable. Weak.
I’m an omega in an alpha-dominated world. My whole job was serving sleazy beta and alpha men who only saw me as a sex object.
But I was good at my job. I kept myself alive.
The last thing I was when I was on the clock was vulnerable and weak.
Now a big pack of Northside alphas swoops in and this is how I look?
Is this what they see?
Someone so pathetic?
Fuck that.
I push myself away from the bathroom sink and turn the shower on to its highest setting. The mirror quickly fogs up from the heat.
Good.
Now I don’t have to look at myself anymore.
I chuckle under my breath as I breathe in the steam. I’m glad my parents have such a nice house to stay in. The water back at our old place took a good seven minutes before it got warm.
Savannah timed it for us when she was bored a couple summers ago.
I leave my pajamas in a pile on the countertop before hopping in the shower. The water is practically scalding, making me wince, but I force myself to stay under the spray.
I let the water burn its way through me. Maybe if I spend enough time under here, all of my issues will melt away.
I’m no stranger to burning hot showers.
They’re a frequent occurrence after rough nights at my jobs. Fitting, that I’d need one now, considering there are four alphas I’ve got to deal with.
Once I’m done with my shower, I spend a bit of time putting on some makeup. It’s more toned down than my normal stageor ring-girl makeup, but it’s enough for me to feel like I have my armor on again.
When the mirror clears up and I look at myself in the mirror, the sight of my face doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable anymore.
