Chapter Thirteen

Allen's pov:

I watch as my father glazes in deep thought, with one of his hands supporting his head.

He seemed restless who had us concerned. I knew well that for him to be behaving like this means that something is bothering him.

"What could be the issue, father?" I asked him, amassing a sigh from him.

"I am worried," he let out another sigh.

"We know but what got you worried?" Albin asked but he sighed and messaged his temple.

I exchanged a look with Albin before we adjusted on the couch and had our attention fixed on him.

He let out a chuckle before lifting his head to stare at us.

"I am pondering on something," he said,

reaping a raised eyebrow from us.

"We already know, so what would that be?" I motioned for him to speak up.

"Is about the omega,"

I mentally rolled my eyes at him, I thought that we are done discussing that.

"You mean the slave," I felt Albin say from beside me.

"Slave!"

My father repeated, earning an arched eyebrow from me, why does he sound so