When Mom and Dad walk through the door, dinner isn't ready, because I haven't once left the couch.
I'm two episodes into a back-to-back marathon of Selene's favorite show. Todd and his two goonies have tried to get me to cook, but I've ignored them at every turn.
I find it interesting that they never once tried to physically drag me into the kitchen. They would have before.
I don't think it's my attitude; they're the kind who would beat it out of you, not back down.
So, it's the order Phoenix gave. But why? What's planned for me?
Before I left, it was to use me as a breeder for the pack. That isn't the kind of future where I'm protected from beatings. That means there's something more…
My stomach clenches. Do they know about my heat?
They have to.
There's no other explanation.
If they know I went into heat, then they'll likely know about the supposed 'true omega' designation Clayton's pack had given me.