Sloane’s POV
Her nostrils flare. “Watch your mouth!”
“Or what? Will you have me thrown out of your pack?”
I deliberately use your pack instead of our pack, or even the pack. To Willa, and who knows who else here thought of me this way. That I am not one of her own. I am an outsider she once allowed under her roof, someone who has been given shelter but never truly welcomed.
A guest whose welcome has long since worn thin.
“Take away my home?” I continue, not missing a beat. “Remind me that I'm an omega until I apologize for existing?” I tilt my head. “I've heard it all before. You'll need to be more original if you want to frighten me.”
It feels unfair to hurl insults at her this way when she has never once insulted me throughout my childhood. A few days ago, yes, but not growing up.
