Amelia
“I am not a dog,” I tell her point blank.
Margaret sighs but does not retract her hand holding the collar that’s outstretched toward me.
“I will not wear a collar to be played with,” I try again.
She finally drops her hand to her side, sighing again. “All human pets must wear collars, Maya.”
“My name is Amelia,” I correct.
“Prince Owen has named you Maya, therefore it is your name. And pets without collars are seen as rogue, runaway humans. If caught, they are executed immediately.”
Prince Owen. Even though I’ve previously heard of the Alpha Prince in general, this is the first time I’ve heard the name of my new master.
My breaths come out hot in my irritation. Not being called by my own name is so debasing, but I’m not sure what other choice I have. The punishment for runn
