Chapter 15 Named and Claimed

Brie's POV

The omegas’ pity is almost worse than their envy.

They stand in a tight circle near the scullery door, whispering behind wet dishrags and greasy aprons.

Mabel drops a wooden spoon and it hits the stone floor with a sharp crack.

“She has to wear the white wool,” Mabel mutters, her ...

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