JESSICA'S POV
It was in the way the other ladies looked at me and treated me. No different from how they'll treat an animal.
The way they looked at me with so much contempt blazing in their eyes. On one of the nights when my wolf was trying so hard to reach for the surface, I sneaked out of the s*x slaves quarters that I was staying now.
It was like my fate was being tossed amongst the triplets. Each one of them, doing what they pleased with me. There was no way to escape, at least not with the walls and borders all around.
Hell! I don't even know my way around this mansion-like Packhouse well enough to want to escape.
And even if I wanted to escape. Where would I go from here? I sneaked in between the shrubs and the tall trees that served as beautification and a means of shelter til
