Jackson sits in the Alpha’s chair behind the desk. He looks around the room, and grins to himself. “I must show the King and Queen that I can be relied upon.” He says to himself, just as there is a ruckus outside in the hallway.
“I am not doing that! I am an Alpha, not some lowly Omega only made to be servants.” He hears, then a loud crash.
“Miranda! Knock that off and do your work. You ARE an Omega now. This is your last warning.” Jackson says sternly.
“What are you going to do? You don’t have any real power. Just the King’s lackey.” She sneers as she saunters up to him.
“I have authority to keep this pack in order and safe. Do you actually think the King cares what happens to you, after what you did to his mate?” Jackson says laughing.
Miranda shrieks loudly, and pulls her arm
