CHAPTER 120

RICK FORSON

HE SAT IN the living room, listening to the breathing sound of the omega girl in the guest room. There was something about her, something about her scent that gave him a tingle in his chest.

When the sun rose a couple of hours later, the bottle of whiskey was almost empty and he was still sitting on the couch staring at the blank wall.

He heard her wake up before anyone else in the pack. It must be part of her system to wake up and immediately start her duties as an Omega slave in the pack. He heard her yawn softly before coming out of the room, her feet shuffling against the wooden floor.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted when she came to the living room.

He grunted in reply. "I didn't expect you to be up this early," He glanced at the clock. "You barely slept for 4 hours."

"I have to wake up and start my daily duties, sir," she said, about to walk past him.

He held her, and immediately let go. "You are going to bathe and change. From today, you seize to be an Omega slave