Declan POV
I walk to the kitchen with long, determined strides, feeling relaxed now that I do not have to worry about Dad. I know I sound paranoid, but sometimes you should just trust that tiny, nagging little voice inside yourself.
I step inside the kitchen and stop. That smell … it is vaguely familiar. I look at the Omegas cleaning the kitchen and sniff, but I cannot place it. It is here, and it is triggering feelings – unpleasant and unsafe feelings.
“Sir,” an Omega says softly, looking curiously at me. “Your breakfast is already in the dining room.”
“Is this all of you?” I ask, pointing at the other Omegas.
“Uhm, yeah,” she nods, looking around. “Well, the permanent staff, anyway. We have this homeless girl who we allow to help with meals. Alpha Daniel approved it. She gets a hot
