I answered Jay’s call, barely suppressing the irritation that bubbled up inside me.
“Where are you?” he barked the moment I picked up. “Mother said you’re out on business. What are you up to?”
I took a deep breath, keeping my voice even. “Jay, I just went to visit my father.”
There was a pause before he sighed, his next words dripping with condescension. “Just stay here and focus on running the pack, Omega. Worry about the kitchen and planning our wedding.” His tone was dismissive, as if he were speaking to a child.
I felt my temper flare, but I forced it down, schooling my voice into a calm, measured tone. “The omegas in the kitchen are efficient in their work.”
In my last life, Jay had done this over and over again. No matter how hard I worked, no matter how much I tried to prove my
