“Hey, you. You deliver this food straight to him.”

That’s it. After an unrelenting scolding and unabashed shaming by Beta Audrey, that’s just how simply she can command me. Like I’m some dog just being trained on where and when to shit.

Despite the fact my fellow Omegas are telling me that Beta Audrey has a beautiful voice, I wholly digress.

Just by her tone when talking to me, she doesn’t seem like a singer at all.

“You’re pouting at the unequal cut of the sausage?” I didn’t notice that a fellow Omega was already at my side since I’ve been entertaining my swirling thoughts earlier by staring at the...