Everybody Knows

Nevada was given a room on the upper floors of the White Moon pack house. His supposed room in Shiloh's house wasn’t prepared yet. His arrival was rushed and sudden, so he had no choice.

Nevada also had to lock himself up for a few days. He was in heat, and Shiloh asked him not to reveal his ability to control his pheromones yet.

Speaking of the Alpha, Shiloh, who had never stayed in the pack house and preferred his house office more, suddenly became a permanent resident. This random antic of his drove away many of the werewolves who usually loved to linger in the house.

In addition, many didn’t want to share the same space as an omega. Still, no one could say anything since they fear their alpha.

Shiloh may be young, but he inherited the ruthlessness of his parents. Nobody in White Moon didn’t know about the feats of the former luna and alpha. Also, there was already a guess in their hearts as to why Shiloh was even paying attention to the omega. And it was a guess that nobody dared to speak out.

Saying it out loud was similar to solidifying it into a cold, hard truth.

So unless their alpha himself confirms it, all of them pretended like nothing was up.

On the other hand, Nevada was living the best idle life. His heat had passed after three days, but he still holed himself up in his temporary room. Anyway, it was bigger than any room they had back in their house at Blue Crescent.

These White Moon wolves were truly such spoiled and luxurious dogs.

Because of Shiloh's presence, none of the troubles and supposed bullying he had to go through once he arrived happened. Maybe he can even muddle through like this for one year and be done with the task uneventfully.

'What a happy thought! This idea is just brilliant!' Nevada thought and even started planning an itinerary for a whole year.

The system was speechless, but it was even more dumbfounded when Nevada shamelessly asked for a map because he also wanted to travel.

System: [...Host, please don't let your guard down. The task isn’t done yet.]

Nevada clicked his tongue. "Are you indirectly telling me off?"

System: [...No, host. Just please avoid being too carefree because you’re prone to encountering unexpected events.]

On cue, the system flashed different windows on his screen.

White Moon was silent and peaceful, which was contrary to the events happening back in Blue Crescent. Nevada could see the stress and difficulty on Miranda's and Theo's faces. They looked like they aged years in just a few days.

To recap the things that Nevada didn’t pay attention to during the meeting, he was sent here for this primary reason: Avoid the chaos brought by the news of handing over the whole pack to Shiloh.

Although Shiloh was indeed a capable alpha commanding the best pack in these mountain ranges, their pride wouldn’t let them easily accept everything. Still, they won't be able to stop Theo in severing their connections and removing the mind link.

The sound of a knock rang out from the door which disturbed Nevada's lazy day. He wasn’t in the mood to get out of bed, so he only crawled to the side of the bed to face the doorway.

He spoke in a raspy voice, "What?"

"M-master?" A little girl's reluctant voice answered back. She was supposed to be in the room with him to assist him with his needs, but Nevada told her to go outside and guard his door to ensure that no one interrupts his rest.

She was Lowe, the servant Shiloh had given him on the day he arrived. From Lowe's timid appearance, it was obvious that she was shy and wasn’t accustomed to serving a master yet. She must be new.

Nevada didn’t mind her inexperience, though. He also felt that he understood why this girl was given to him by Shiloh instead of other capable servants. Being new also meant that she could grow on Nevada and that she wasn't loyal to anyone but Shiloh yet.

"What is it?" Nevada asked hoarsely, which showed he hadn't gone out of bed yet. Even though it was already midday.

However, before the girl could reply again, the door to his room fully opened and in came a person he wasn't familiar with. Behind this person, more servants followed carrying rows of racks containing all kinds of clothes in different colors.

"Omega, the alpha ordered that you purchase new clothes today."

With an ugly expression, Nevada bore his piercing gaze into the intruder's face.

Lowe hurriedly followed. She dropped to the ground and with a trembling voice, she said, "I'm sorry, master! This servant couldn't follow your orders! Please punish this lowly servant!"

The person who entered rudely without permission was none other than the head maid of the pack house, Flaviana. She was a figure who followed around the previous head maid when Shiloh's parents were still the leaders.

System: [This is the head maid of the pack house…]

Nevada interrupted, "I know. I remember that bitch."

The system shut up.

Obviously, she wasn't someone who Lowe could prevent from barging into his room. So, Nevada wasn't planning any punishments. To Flaviana, however, he already had lots of ideas.

Pursing his lips, Nevada closed his eyes then plopped back down onto his bed. He turned his back and didn't move anymore.

What a nuisance.

‘But I’ll gladly make use of your foolishness.’

The head maid's glares toward Lowe were becoming fiercer, a signal that she should go help her master up immediately. But Lowe was still a servant of Nevada under Shiloh’s orders, so she will only follow that one person. Unfortunately, she can still be pressured.

So she hesitantly voiced out, "M-master?"

Flaviana already had smoke coming out from her nose.

This omega was too full of himself!

Doing nothing but laying all day and being lazy! Ordering people around like he owns the pack house! How dare he, an outsider and lowly omega?

Smirking, Flaviana talked again, "We need to make haste, omega. This is a direct order from the alpha."

As one of the maids who have worked here the longest, and holding one of the key positions of the house, Flaviana was confident about using the name of White Moon's alpha. She had already gotten away with many things in the past.

Surely, this trivial thing won’t be such a big deal as well.

Aside from that, her husband was a scout under the direct command of Beta Lucas. The beta was known to harbor hate toward omegas because of what happened to his father.

This omega was going to get into trouble if he retaliated.

Sighing, Nevada sat up. He glanced at the racks in front of him, making the smirk on Flaviana's face grow even wider. Of course, using the alpha’s name was just as effective as before.

Nevada raised a hand and pointed at something, which all the people inside watching him followed.

Flaviana immediately ordered, "Which item is the omega pointing at? Hurry and give it to him for closer inspection!"

However, not one person moved. Everyone was quiet except Lowe, who needed to always cater to what her master wanted.

"W-what does the master m-mean?"

Flaviana turned his head to look at what Nevada was pointing at, misunderstanding what he meant as being fussy.

"These clothes are of the best quality. We are currently preparing for war, so you shouldn't be so picky," Flaviana said with gritted teeth.

‘Most importantly, you do not have the right!’ she thought.

Flaviana pulled the nearest rack and rolled it near the bed, thinking, 'You thought you already escaped your prison at Blue Crescent? I'll have you know, what you experienced before was merely child's play!'

"Get out," Nevada lazily uttered while putting down his hand that was pointing at the door.

Lowe instinctively stood up with her head down and slowly stepped back.

Flaviana felt her movements, so she snapped her head and threateningly whispered, "You can't even handle your own master. Shouldn't we just sell you off again?"

Afterwards, she turned to Nevada again. With thinning patience at the audacity of the omega, she stubbornly said, "This is the alpha's order."

Nevada sighed loudly, as if sitting up was even tiring for him. He dropped to the bed again, then gazed at the head maid.

“System, I can bite her head off, right?” he asked.

[System: …That's a major OOC. No, more importantly, that’s a crime.]

Nevada knew he wasn't welcome, but for even a maid not to have an ounce of respect for him? Honestly, just how unpopular was Nevada?

"Then tell your alpha I'm busy. I'm in no mood to play dress up,” Nevada told the maid as he relaxed back on his pillow.

The head maid's answer was instant as she replied without second thought, "The alpha's words are not to be taken lightly."

However, Nevada's actions were much swifter than her mouth. Before anyone in the room even had time to digest what they just witnessed, Flaviana was already on the floor. The door on Nevada's room broke, and on top of it lay Flaviana with a white wolf stepping on her chest.

There were shrieks, which made nearby people quickly come to see what the commotion was all about.

Most of the people who came were those waiting for the omega to cause a scene. After all, it was the omega's first heat, and aside from servants, nobody else entered the room to relieve him ever since he arrived.

Those anticipating the day the omega was kicked out came especially hurriedly, but also made sure they didn't appear excited.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, once they arrived at the scene, all they saw were frightened servants gathering in the corridor. No intoxicated alpha can be found anywhere and not even a whiff of pheromones can be detected.

While on the floor was the familiar head maid with a fierce white wolf grinning at her. Flaviana was colorless. She wasn't moving an inch, and even if she wanted to, the wolf wouldn’t allow her. She couldn't get her eyes off the wolf in fear.

'Ah,' they thought. 'Someone was actually stupid enough to provoke an omega personally brought in by the alpha.'

It would have been best if they just waited for something to naturally happen. Or for the best timing to come.

"Lowe," an authoritative voice called out from behind the crowd.

The little girl immediately moved to get some blankets and covered Nevada's werewolf body. However, Nevada continued to put pressure on Flaviana without minding anyone else.

"A-alpha…" Flaviana croaked.

The white wolf opened its mouth and growled at Flaviana's face, acting as if it would bite. The head maid couldn't endure anymore and passed out after a whimper.

Only then did Nevada remove his front paws that were by Flaviana's neck and chest. The wolf glanced at his side and saw all the people who came to watch.

'Great timing,' Nevada thought with a smug smile inside. With this, would anyone even dare to mock or take him lightly now?

Shiloh walked to him and rubbed his neck. Nevada couldn't control his whine and sighed contentedly.

His initial irritation was gone. He cursed internally, “Is this what pets feel when they get rubs?! Ah, fuck."

"Did she annoy you?" Shiloh asked dotingly.

The wolf Nevada had its eyes half closed as it huffed in agreement. It even raised its head and leaned toward his hand, asking for more.

Shiloh chuckled.

"Good job, but you can't just pounce on others like this," Shiloh said in an ambiguous tone, making the heads of those eavesdropping turn away.

Shiloh grabbed the blankets and covered the wolf’s body completely before adding, “Shift back. I’ll take you home.”

With only Nevada's black hair popping out from the blankets, Shiloh carried him past the other pack members.

"Let a salutary check on the servant. Also, tell her husband that since his wife isn't feeling well, she should rest till she's no longer confused."

With this, all the bad premonitions in the hearts of the White Moon werewolves were proven true.