TWO DAYS HAD PASSED since they went back to the pack and Oscar had settled back in. His cottage was now clean, all thanks to Byron’s omegas.
His ex-husband flew them in when they arrived to clean the house. In a matter of two hours, the group managed to make his home as squeaky clean as possible.
"When can we talk to Scott?" George asked the man on the screen. His men, along with Byron, his family, and Ivan, were in the room.
"I will have him transported in a week. We still need a few days to interrogate him. He has numerous investors that were off the books," the man on the screen said as he turned their communication off.
The pack meeting, which usually lasts for two hours, was done in a matter of ten minutes. It was the shortest meeting Oscar had ever attended in his life.
"What wa
