#Chapter 31: Oranges

Ava I couldn’t believe it at first. Olivia hesitated, looking between Chris and the orange that was laying on the floor with an incredulous expression on her face. Clearly, she thought her brother was bluffing—that he would never actually make her, his own flesh and blood, get down on her knees in front of the Acting Luna. And frankly, I thought he might be bluffing too. “You don’t mean that,” Olivia huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “You’d ask me, your sister, to get down on my knees like a servant?” I almost cursed out loud; clearly she saw me as a servant in her own eyes if she had been perfectly fine with me picking up the oranges just a moment ago. But Chris simply raised an eyebrow, his jaw set in a firm line as he waited patiently for her to comply. When she still didn’t move, he spoke again, his tone leaving no room for argument this time. “Pick it up, Olivia. You are no higher in status than Ava, and even if she was an Omega, such blatant mistreat