Chapter 3 – Celeste

Celeste P O V

The week leading up to the full moon was one going down in the books as one of the worst I’d had since arriving at this forsaken place. We all had double duties as we cleaned, prepared and planned for the nights before and after the full moon. I couldn’t spend too much time in the garden, though I was expected to keep it immaculate for the party. Talk about unreasonable expectations.

I was only getting 3 hours of sleep a night and as I had to spend all my free time in the Packhouse cleaning, I was not always able to avoid the groping and innuendos. I’d had 3 premonitions during the cleaning of the suites and I was not allowed to rest after getting hit by the migraines that tended to follow them. We also had to pre-pack everything that Sandra would be taking with her to her mate’s pack. They were so sure that she would find her mate that night…

had over her.  We needed to be careful, I could not afford to be found out. They would realize my lie and likely kill me. I was planning on running away before I hit what they thought was my 19th birthday. I had 1 year, 8 months, and 4 days. In reality, my 20th birthday was

before the full moon, the three meals the day of, and Breakfast and lunch for the stragglers the following day. Still, I enjoyed having no budget for the meals and letting my imagination run wild. Dinners would be different. The Packhouse would be ordering takeout for the warriors. We had set up a temporary tent and moved the buffet tables there. The normal dining room had been rearranged to sit

main ones cooking but we had a plan. Big meals, followed by simple meals that could be mostly prepped before hand, followed by complex meal. Everything would be

could dedicate ourselves solely to cooking. We had even tested out parts of the menu through the

the first time in a while. Every girl had at least one bruise that may could be passed for a birth mark at

visitors, the Luna surprised us all with two used sets of clothes for the duration of the visits. All the omegas that worked in the Packhouse usually wore throw away clothes we managed to fit in. All were worn past the point of being able to call it decent clothing, all were either stained or ripped. I was not super happy about this, as the new

arrivals was here. I woke up early to get breakfast

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