Michaela's POV
"We have a situation, Omega." He said.
Why won't he just call me by my name? I'm not asking him to accept me as his mate, even though I badly wanted him to. Does he feel the need to make himself feel more superior to me? That's why he is so persistent in just calling me by my rank. What if he only sees me just like how others see me? A breeding mutt. A slave. A low class that doesn't deserve to be in any pack. I know how I'm just someone who doesn't deserve all these nice things.
"Omega? Hello? Michaela?" He called out softly.
Michaela? Did he just call me by my name? I looked up at him with wide eyes. I felt all the blood rushing to my face as I stared at him.
"Do I have your attention now? You can talk to your wolf later." He said.
"Sorry." I muttered. "I wasn't
