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His phone was not clasped in his hand, as it was obviously in his pocket since the outlines were clear on his tight sweatpants.
“Why are you not in the Omega’s uniform? That's an offense,” he spoke loudly, causing my eyes to widen as I was caught off guard.
How dare he relate me to an Omega?! I'm his wife, an Alpha’s wife!
“Uhm...” I heard a feminine voice say, interrupting my conversation with Alpha Xander.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure approach us.
“She is Alpha Xander’s wife.” the figure whispered. It was a fat figure, and as it neared, I realized that it was the Head Omega.
My brows furrowed, with my eyes darting back and forth between the Head Omega and Alpha Xander as if trying to follow a tennis match.
Huh? Why is she telling him that? Doesn't he know tha
