~Grace~
My eyes go wide.
Fear moves through me, thundering in my chest as something in the lady's expression ... in the way she speaks — drags up memories I have tried so hard to bury.
On instinct, I set the food on the kitchen counter like it burned my hands. My hands are shaking. The aura oozing off her makes it evident she's a purebred Lycan.
Then my eyes find Bruno's.
He's staring at me, his expression tight, unreadable. He seems quite comfortable with the hand curling around his arm.
"I smelled it in you that you were just a lowly omega. Stealing food because the Alpha decided to employ you as a Nanny? You omegas have this disgusting habit of biting the hands that feed you."
My gaze drops to the floor. My eyes close. I'm not ready to read the hateful words off her face. My body is already preparing for the hit that usually follows this kind of scenario.
Something in my chest cracks.
