The Beginning of my Plot

Amelia's Point of View

The dress was just a boring white gown, more shapeless than anything I had ever worn.

Elena was not kidding around when she said Gina hated her maids outshining her.

As we walked into the dining room where they all sat now, I could make out some familiar faces.

Faces of people that bullied and treated me bad. I felt my chest beating with fear and hard as I walked into the gigantic room.

The air was choking with the smell of meat and wine, the two best friends of every werewolf.

It was never a dinner without meat and wine. Especially in this pack. They all sat round the table, chatting and eating as they talked in pairs. Gina was surrounded by about six females, all kissing up to her feet as they helped her to cut her meat and pour her wine.

The alpha sat at the far end of the table, his mind probably anywhere else but the dining room.

As we entered the room, all eyes turned to us briefly. The eyes were searching, looking to see who I was, if I was weak, so they could pounce on me and make me the pack's weakling like before.

I knew those stares. So when they were directed to me, I steeled my face and puffed out my chest, trying to look as formidable as possible.

Eventually, all eyes left me and they all continued with dinner like I was not even present.

A pair of eyes still lingered on me, watching my every move as I walked towards Gina.

Those cold eyes were Alpha Cina's. He had a look on his face, like he was trying to remember something but couldn't.

I stared at him too, not willing to break eye contact first. When he finally relented and looked at his meat-filled plate, I glanced up to see Gina glaring at me. If looks could harm, I would be dead and forgotten by now.

The realization that she might have seen the alpha and I little staring contest made the walk to her chair painfully slow.

Perhaps she may slap me or do something more drastic.

As I reached her, I bowed softly, trying to fit into the role of good servant.

She looked at me, her nose turned up in the air in disgust, like she hated the way I smelt.

" I asked you to give her a hair cut not take her to a beauty spa. And why does that dress look a little too tight around the bust? I want you to change into something bigger tomorrow. And burn this one. I would not to see it on anyone else's body." She said.

I nodded to signal that I understood.

She had taken a few bites of her food when she finally looked up.

" Well then, what are you waiting for? Do you see people of your caliber at this table? Go to the kitchen and meet your kind there. Your presence alone makes the food turn sour in my mouth" she said waving me away.

I walked away slowly, my legs heavy.

The kitchen was a place no pack member ever ate at. No matter the rank. We all ate together as long as we stayed in the pack house. Except for me anyway. Everyone disliked me in general so I was voted off the table.

But the fact that the maids and omegas were now made to eat in the kitchen was a change that surprised me. Just how worse have things become since I left?

In the kitchen, the whole kitchen staff including the head chef sat at a round table, eating and chatting amongst themselves, just like how they all did outside.

They seemed used to it by now. Passing the bread and the meat amongst each other. Like the table outside, they all paused when they saw me.

But their eyes were not judging me, or trying to tear me apart and see if I would break.

"Heyyyyy, the new girl. Come on, don't just stand there. You must be starving" the head chef said.

I knew her. She was never really nice to me, but she was not mean to me either. She mostly tried to avoid every contact with me and that was okay for me. It was way better than having one more person who was interested in beating you to stupor.

I willed my legs to move, surprised at the kindness that coated her every word.

" Scoot over Thomas, give the girl some space to sit. She seems to have been through a lot recently" she said.

The brown-haired boy named Thomas scooted in obedience, pointing to the now vacant space for me to fill.

I lowered my self on the chair, suddenly feeling very self conscious. I was not smelling or anything, but I also did not smell nice.

I tightened my arms around my self and tried to manage a small smile to the little crowd all looking at me curiously.

" Seems she is the shy type. Let me tell you something sugar. Here, there is no shy type. We all work together to achieve and get through every day. So if you think keeping quiet is going to help you out, you are flat out wrong. I would advise you to actually try to introduce yourself." Henry said.

I knew him, he was a pack member that assisted around the house. He always threw stones or sticks and insults my way anytime he saw me walk past.

The memory cut through my heart as I stared at him, trying to will my chest to stop beating so fast

I swallowed. I should make friends. Even if it has to be with this crowd of people. They were all alike.

They were all alike, just like the snobby wolves out there stuffing their face full with food.

But I was with them, and they had no idea who I was. I should at least try to get along with them.

With that thought in mind, I said.

" Hi, my name is Aurora" not telling them my my real name.