Ada
“It’s almost time for dinner,” I mumble as I look at my watch. “They must be in the dining room.”
“Uhm, quick question,” Zoe whispers as we continue down the hallway while I swing the cane. “Can you wait until after dinner before you kill him? I’m starving.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I shrug. “There will be at least three Omegas that will bring you food out of gratitude for killing him.”
“About that,” Zoe frowns. “Why does your father tolerate his behaviour?”
“I ask myself that question every time I see that creep,” I sigh as I suppress the discomfort that wants to surface. This is not something I really want to discuss. “I don’t know if Dad turns a blind eye for Aunt Margo’s sake. But if I ever catch him in the act, I will castrate him.”
“Why doesn’t the Omegas come forward?” Zo
