Isla paced around the room, still thinking if she should accept the invitation to come eat in the dining room with others. She hadn't expected them to invite her to sit on the same table as them and eat the same food they'll eat.
Isla knew that she wasn't like them. They were from different classes in life and the difference was very high. She was only an Omega. The memories of the life she had had to endure in the past came rushing in.
Everybody irrespective of what they are always discriminated against. The humans had looked down on her because she was poor and way beneath the social ladder. She had been treated like trash in her old pack because she was an Omega and she knew that it wouldn't be any different now.
She remembered the harsh whispers that were thrown at her, even by her fellow omegas because she was an orphan whose parents were unknown.
"An Omega has no business being in front of an alpha unless to serve him"
