Charlotte’s POV
“Who is it, Sophia?” the belligerent she-wolf’s friends were calling from the far side of the curtain.
Sophia stared at me, eyes wide in disbelief. Her haughty, beautiful face quickly composed itself into domineering arrogance.
“Just some disgusting human,” she called back to the others, her eyes locked on me and full of disdain, “She says she’s Kieran’s new bride!”
“What?!” the curtain was yanked back and a half-dozen women gaped at me from the other side, “This slave? She looks like trash! No better than an omega!” they critiqued my appearance and surmised about my rank as though I couldn’t hear their judgmental comments.
“Don’t agitate yourselves, sisters,” Sophia said loudly, her voice cold as ice and her eyes full of jealousy, “She’ll be gone within the week. I
