Killian Draven
"Where's my omega?" I asked a nearby maid, settling into my seat as the leader of the pack in the large dining room.
The long table stretched before me, filled with my closest generals and friends, all waiting patiently for dinner to begin. But it wouldn't without my permission, and I refused to begin without my omega present, so the others would have to wait.
Speaking of my omega, the maids had been sure that she was aware it was time and had even said she had finished her preparations for dinner, yet she hadn't come despite it being nearly half an hour since I'd arrived. This was odd. Since she came here, she's always been punctual and eager to see.
I had waited, thinking she was busy with something and not wanting to overwhelm her with my constant need to be around
