Rebirth of the Alpha's Slave Mate (Samantha and Kade) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I couldn’t help but let out a small breath of relief as the father and son slipped out of the room, leaving me alone. Despite everything, at least I had wound up in a place far from Kade–far from the people who hated me.

If only my own family had been so warm as Tyler and Samson.

As I remembered, Kade’s parents were also kind and warm. They raised Kade to be a kind and brave teenager. But Serena’s mistakes nearly four years ago had turned Kade into a monster.

If it hadn’t been for her, things might have been different. My baby could still be alive. My mate might not have loathed me.

Still, I tried not to think about Kade. I was tired of letting thoughts of him remind me of my painful death. I had bigger fish to fry right now.

Tentatively, I decided to sit up and try to stand. Surprisingly, my body felt stronger and more capable now, and when I hurried over to the mirror on the wall, I found a slightly different face looking back at me.

It wasn’t a drastic change. But it was enough to prevent anyone from my past from recognizing me.

My once–honey–golden locks were now a delicate brown like milk chocolate. My eyes, once dull and lifeless, were back to their normal serene blue. My face was rounder and my lashes were longer, and I had a little mole on my left temple.

As for my body, gone were the signs of abuse and starvation. No scars. No bruises. No bones poking through my flesh.

I looked healthy. Vibrant. Beautiful.

Like the woman I should have been all along. The woman I would have been had it not been for the abuse I’d endured in Crescent Hollow.

The subtle changes in coloring would take some getting used to, of course, but I dared say that I already felt more like myself than I had in a very long time.

I spent the rest of the night in the hospital room. The doctors and nurses were surprisingly gentle with me, and by morning, I was feeling rested and recovered for the first time in nearly four years. If only Ava were here, I might have felt almost whole. But without my baby, I’d never feel completely satisfied.

The sun had just barely come up when my door was pushed open. I sat up, expecting it to be another nurse checking on me, but it was a woman in a simple gray uniform with a patch with a single star on it attached to her lapel.

“Good. You’re up. My name is Omega Muriel. I’m the supervisor of all Omegas in Nightshade pack. Luna Natasha was kind enough to allow you to enter the pack as an Omega.”

Before I could answer, Muriel had tossed me a gray dress with an apron. It was scratchy and thin, but admittedly nicer than the one I wore in Crescent Hollow.

“Put on your uniform and meet me outside,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re expected to begin your chores immediately.”

Muriel left before I could ask what kind of chores she meant. After the back–breaking and often humiliating tasks assigned to me in Crescent Hollow, I was a bit fearful of what sort of chores I might have to do here.

But I was relieved to find that my first chore was simply to clean the packhouse bathroom; not exactly the most

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