"UGH, SERIOUSLY A HANGOVER?" Oscar complained. His head was ringing from a migraine, and he was in his bedroom with nothing but boxers.
He sat and placed his head on his hand. Rays of sunlight were slipping through the blinds. He woke up later than expected and missed the pack training.
Taking his robe from the side table, he put it on, and went out of his room.
"Look who graced us with his presence. The Golden Boy!" Cooper chuckled upon seeing him.
His head hurt much more from the noise, and the kitchen was already buzzing with activity. Ivan was there, cooking something while Cooper was pouring coffee into each cup.
"Where is Byron?" Oscar asked. It had become his daily routine to call his guests in the morning. It was his way of keeping tabs, given that he had no servants to help h
