CHAPTER 122

RICK FORSON

RICK ENJOYED THE feeling of the small hands of Reine in his as they walked out. The pack was gathering in the pack hall, Jones had called the meeting.

Rick walked out of the packhouse and they went to the hall. People parted as he passed, making it easier for them to get to the front of the hall. He took his seat at the head of the hall. The murmuring of the crowd silenced as he looked at them. Jones stood by his left side, while Reine stood by the right, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible with her head bowed and her shoulders hunched.

Rick drummed his fingers on the armrest, impatient. "Is this everyone?" He asked. They looked fewer than he remembered. When was the last time you gathered your pack like a good Alpha? He asked himself.

"This is everyone," Jones nodded. "Except the omegas and servants."

Rick frowned and said in a strong voice that carried throughout the hall. "From this day onward, there will be nobody called Omega slave anymore!" He looked around t