Calista hears heavy footsteps coming down the carpeted hallway. The door flings open, “CALISTA! Get up, you lazy, ungrateful bitch! The Alpha wants the pack house ready for your half-sister's birthday party. Everything must be perfect, or heads will roll.” She is screamed at by the Omega who manages housekeeping. A short, middle aged woman, her ebony hair is pulled back into a severe bun, stretching her skin a bit. Calista is startled, and cowers in the corner of the sad excuse of a mattress just thrown onto the floor. Her nightclothes resemble rags that offer her little warmth, only modesty. Calista buried her feelings and trauma as a way survive. Will her strength hold out long enough for destiny? With the support and love from her mate, new friends and family she will find it in herself to be the Queen the people need.