In the dimly lit study of the sprawling mansion, Emily dusted the heavy oak bookshelves. As an omega maid, she was used to long hours and silent obedience.
Her alpha employer, Hellen, had a fiancée who loved nothing more than to torment her—picking at her work, shoving her aside with cruel laughs. Just hours ago, the fiancée had cornered Emily in the kitchen, spilling flour on her uniform and mocking her lowly status.
"Emily, come here." A deep, rumbling voice echoed from the doorway, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Master?" Emily turned, bowing low as she approached Hellen's towering figure. The alpha's presence always filled the room like a storm cloud.
Without warning, Hellen grabbed her wrists gently but firmly, turning her arms over to inspect them. Her sharp eyes scanned for bruises or scratches. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Emily blinked in confusion, her heart pounding. "I'm fine, Master. It was just... your fiancée."
