Fourteen

Kira

Every weekend, omegas were usually divided into several duties. This week, I received my assignment to work at the dog shelter. The owner was a prominent, high-ranking member of society who had an unhealthy passion for rescuing stray dogs.

Rumor had it that she was also a vet and had a gigantic vet clinic in the main pack. Although I had worked at the shelter several times before, I had never seen the owner in person. Except for the smell of dog piss, I'd grown to love working at the shelter and loved dogs myself, preferring it to work at the farm, where I would spend hours laboring under the scorching sun.

To start the messy work, I pulled on my apron and gloves, then got a roll of paper towels, covered a few damp areas, and broom-swept them all before using the enzyme cleaner spray.

Fortunately, the omegas had managed to move on, and nobody had recalled the previous week's incident.

And my punishment was over. Thank the goddess for that.

Hungry as a bear, I yawned, eager to h