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40. Don't call me Alpha
Miles pov It was pure torture. I hated doing the regular household chores. I was not built for this. I was born to rule and be a leader. Not a follower. When I was informed that the queen had arrived and that I needed to clean the grand room for the royal couple, I felt as though I would lose an eye from rolling it. Why in the world was she coming here? Hadn't she taunted me enough? However, I knew I didn't have a choice except to obey, since the orders came from my father. I dusted the room and vacuumed the floor with a heavy heart. Yet, I did a relatively good job. It hurt so bad that my parents were avoiding me like the plague and giving out orders through other omegas. Maybe I should beg for forgiveness. Maybe then, they would go easy on me. Nonetheless, I was not going to go in
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