Zoe reached the door first, but we decided to open it together.
A tall, but lanky omega male, with slicked back brown hair, stood outside in the hall. I didn’t recognize him, but judging by his formal appearance, he seemed to be a higher level omega. Which practically made him a glorified servant here.
A favorite.
Both his hands were clasped softly in front of his black and white tuxedo jacket.
“Good morning, ladies. I’ll be escorting Miss Zoe to Mistress Greaves.” The boy said.
He couldn’t be more than seventeen years old.
“Just me?” Zoe asked.
“Yes madam. Someone else will be along for Luna Elliana momentarily.” He replied.
“I’m not the Luna.” I muttered.
“Forgive me.” He rushed, “My name is Charles, I’m assigned to this floor, so if you need anything, I’m at your serv
