(Faith's P.O.V.)
I followed Alpha Michael inside the pack house they managed to build from scraps. I watched the Omegas who were busily building the house with their bare hands. I could see the tiredness on their faces. Bad memories started to come back from my mind.
I remember how I was scrubbing the dirty floor of the pack mansion back in Nightstar pack before Drake met me. I was just one of the slaves.
A lowlife Omega who had no rights to say no to an Alpha.
"You said you needed our help, Faith."
I focused my eyes on the man in front of me. He's sitting on his chair like a king sitting on his throne.
"Yes."
"What help exactly do you need from me?"
I paused.
I can sensed that he's suspecting me. I swiftly glanced at his fidgeting hands as he stared at me intently. I wonder what
