Chapter 12

The sounds of the morning birds chirping in the trees woke Mia up, and she groaned as she placed the pillows over her ears to stop her from hearing more of the chirping birds. But the sounds of busy omegas going about their daily chores in the pack house would not let her continue her sleep.

“Who wakes up so early in the morning?” Mia groaned as she dropped the pillow and looked over at the hooded calendar clock on the wall. It was almost Eight Am. Mia groaned again. Her pack was not in any way like this. She woke up whenever she liked, not to the sounds of birds tweeting or busy omegas going about their chores.

She got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, and she was not astonished to see that the washroom was also shades of pink. “Typical,” she muttered as she began to get ready for breakfast.

All of her belongings have been kept exactly where they needed to be. After a long while of enjoying the warmness of the water in the bathtub, Mia stepped out of i