Chapter 82
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
Seven in the morning.
I can still remember how that Omega maid told me about going in the pack manor to check on my new office there as if she were some kind of boss or something.
Contrary to Madison and Cynthia’s story, not all Omegas were thrilled for my return here in Silver Crescent. I could sense that Cynthia was still skeptical about my position in the pack, and I understood her feelings after I turned my back on everything several years ago.
As I stepped inside the main hall of the pack house, I took in a long, deep breath and exhaled. I lifted my chin and straightened my back as I rolled my shoulders, ready for whatever hostility would come my way. I knew Olivia had her eyes on me in every corner of this place, and I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me cower. Not when I was ready to claim what was supposed to be mine.
Despite the confidence I portrayed as I entered the main hall, I couldn’t hide the anxiety as my eyes explored the place. So many unpleasant memories came back to me as I stepped on the grand staircase and felt the smooth wooden handrail with my hand. In my head, flashed the picture of Dominic’s cold, ruthless face. The way his words used to slice into my heart whenever he pushed me away from him. I could still remember how his eyes turned dark and disdainful whenever he glowered at me. His hands—how his hands brush me away whenever I try to touch him.
All those memories were like cold knives stabbing my chest in every single step I took as I ascended. Each step made my feet feel so heavy, same with my breath, and when I looked up, Fresia was already at the mezzanine, waiting for me with a scornful look that she didn’t even bother to hide.
In response, I gave her a cold look in the eye despite the flashbacks that brought back the traumas I suffered from this place. “Seven in the morning. Just like what you told me.” I raised an eyebrow at her, with every word oozing with pure sarcasm.
She didn’t say anything, though, and gave me a cold shoulder. Fresia moved like a robot. She was difficult to read, especially when she had that stoic expression on her face. It was as if she went through something awful and lost her soul somewhere. Being with her felt strange and yet I had no choice but to go with Fresia and follow her straight to where my office was.
I couldn’t remember what room it was for before Lena transformed it into my room to work on the pack. But Lena made a wonderful modification to it, making it look like a small library on the left and a huge bay window in the middle of the room. On the right side was the executive table with all the paperwork piled neatly together with the laptop on it. A typical design of a working area, which I missed after I left and resigned from the Moonstone pack.