The Omega's Mate: A Werewolf Romance

The sharp, ungodly voice of Jessica George slices through the dining room, a sound like nails on a chalkboard. "What are you doing here? Didn't you get the hint last time? No one wants you here bitch!"
You wince, keeping the sharp retorts running through your mind to yourself. Silence is safer. Jessica, the Alpha's daughter, is just another part of your daily hell.
With an inward sigh, you turn your back on her mocking laughter and walk out, heading for the only place you find solace: your room overlooking the front of the pack house. Up here, you can pretend to be invisible, away from the constant reminders that you are the pack omega, the lowest of the low. A knock on the door breaks your reverie, summoning you to face the Alpha, a summons you know can only mean more trouble.