Chapter 4 Catching up with Old times.

MILA'S POV

Hernia had taken it upon herself to wake me up as early as the first crow from sleep the next morning. And it wasn't as if she did so pleasantly. All she had to do was pour the freezing water straight into my face. Trust me, it was worse than boiling water.

Even if her intentions had been for me to get to the market earlier and get her the fabric, her heart of wickedness didn't let her do so without a sprinkle of labor.

She made the other servants leave the plates from last night's meal and equally let every other servant not complete their jobs from last night - all because she wanted me to taste her wrath.

I had to clear the garden, do the dishes, scrub the walls, wash the clothes and curtains she had dropped for me. And I could tell that I was doing all of this because of the anger from last night, when I had been saved by the least person she expected.

However, I was thankful that I was done with every job she had put out for me to do. And was currently on my way to the market to get the fabrics. Although, I had a different plan of my own.

As it stood, I couldn't trust anybody, especially outside the pack house where I lived because they all mocked and bullied me. So, there was no way I could go back to the stall to get another fabric. Who knows? She could be working hand in hand with Hernia. And even if that wasn't the case, I didn't have the money to go back to get the fabric, which was why I was on my way to meet Nina.

I didn't know where she lived at this point, since we just reunited. So, I was going to have to wait for her at the same location where she had saved me.

While I stood waiting, my eyes didn't fail to catch a glimpse of the awful stares, neither did my ears fail to hear the side talk every passerby gave.

"Shouldn't she be put to death? What else is she living for?" One of them said,

"She surely has a lot of courage to come out here in the open. No shame." Another said.

"I heard she was beaten yesterday. She couldn't even save herself from little wolves. Serves her right." They giggled at their words.

On and on did they all go with their mockery and taunting words. Even if it was fair that I should have gotten used to it, owing to the fact that it wasn't the first time, it still hurts deeper than an old wound. Most times, I kept asking when all of these were going to end. It wasn't fair that I would have to live throughout my forever as that lowly omega everyone knew me as.

"Hey." I suddenly felt someone nudge me with their elbows from behind, and I turned immediately.

"Nina!" I almost screamed because she had initially scared me.

"Come on. Don't tell me you're going to let their words get to you. You should be used to it at this point." She said, her hands folded against each other as she stood right in front of me.

"I know right." I said rather than ask.

"Come on, let's move to a better spot so we can sit, catch up on everything that has been going on in our lives." She said, and fixed her hands into mine as we walked.

"Are we not going to your place? I was hoping to see Aunt Sera." I said, turning to look at her.

"We were supposed to. But she is not at home at the moment. She went out, and taking you home would only cause you more boredom. And I want you to be happy, and not bored." Nina said, passing me a smile.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her words. She was just like the old times, cheerful and jovial. At that moment, I found myself wishing that we were siblings, and I didn't have to live under the roof of Hernia and her family.

"You didn't come to the market with a carriage?" She questioned, breaking the silence as we walked. Immediately, I let out loud laughter.

"What carriage?" I asked, and she only stared at me, passing the expression that I was supposed to know what she was talking about.

"Oh, please Nina. You know, the people I live with. Hernia would never let me use a carriage or anything of comfort in the pack house. All she wants is for me to go through the highest form of suffering that I could." I explained, refreshing her memory.

"I guess I must have forgotten the kind of beasts you live with." She said, and we both burst into another round of laughter.

Soon enough, we got to the supposed spot. It was a garden that had a long bench under the big oak tree.

Of course, Nina had to choose the perfect spot.

"Oh my God." She screamed out the moment I sat, and I became alarmed, turning to all sides and corners to understand what could have warranted that. "What happened to your knees?" She touched it and I winced in pain.

"Hernia made me crawl back to my quarters after I had told her the lie, which she didn't even believe." I explained, watching how she kept looking at my bruised knee.

"That witch needs someone of her match. How could she be so heartless?" She almost screamed. "We need to take you to a healer. Come on." She said, and tried dragging me up, but I refused.

"No. You know we can't do that. If she finds out, I'll be damned." I said, and she let out a deep sigh, then dropped my hands. From the pained expression on her face, I could tell that it was hard for her to just let it go.

After a while, she sat beside me.

"Here." She brought out a bag from God knows where. "The fabric, just as I had promised."

"Oh, Nina." I squealed in happiness.

"And here," she passed me another bag. I stopped to drop the bag containing the fabrics beside me while I stared suspiciously at the other bag.

"What is this?" I asked, looking from the bag back to her.

"It's the dress you'll wear to the annual celebration." She said.