"Wow, you are so pretty, and your hair, it's such a lovely color" a beta came into her bathing area, gawping at her. Logan had dropped her off to wash off, going somewhere to deal with orders. She had expected to spend the rest of the day alone, but clearly not.

“Can I help you?” She asked nervously, confused as to why she was there. She looked like a maid, who Anastasia had only managed to get a slight glimpse off through the few days. They had all refrained from approaching the omega, likely to maintain her privacy.

“Oh sorry,” the beta snapped back, regaining her manners. Her smile was...