NATASHA.
I rubbed my eyes frantically, the irritation on my eyes increasing with each passing second. I had forgotten I had just finished preparing dinner for Matteo, the Alpha's son, who had just returned to the small cabin by the packhouse where most of the Omegas stay. In my hurry to get ready for the shifting ceremony, I had forgotten to wash my hands after cutting the spices and had rubbed them to my eyes.
Pain. Irritation. Discomfort.
This was my life. Living in constant pain and fear daily, afraid of what I’d expect sometimes. Some days, I simply wish I’d be able to vanish from the face of the earth.
Today, however, I didn't let that stop me from pulling the dark green blouse Umma had left purposely for this day. Before her death two years ago, she had shown me the blouse and to
