“Hey, I asked for extra pepper on these,” Carmen huffed, showing one of the kitchen omegas her eggs.
“Well, there is pepper on the tables. You can add as much as you like,” the omega said with no trace of shame.
“Excuse me!” Carmen snapped. “Do you have any idea who you are talking to?”
“Yeah, a she-wolf who only knows how to open her legs and thinks laying on her back is a hard day’s labor,” the matron of the kitchen said, sauntering over to the pair. “Everyone knows who you are, just like everyone knows the alpha hasn’t touched you in over a week.”
Carmen snapped her mouth closed. Normally, omegas were meek and quickly shrunk away from her, acquiescing to her demands. Lately, however, they had been pushing back and giving her attitude. This was the first time one truly challenged he
