As Frank leaves, I take one last look at Rodick. He's staring at the floor trying to conceive how his omega turned out to be the daughter of the man he tried to kill.
I almost feel bad for him, except it's his own fault.
I walk away from the cell to approach Oliver, who sits staring blankly at the wall across from him, worried.
"Stop worrying, baby. Your father is a righteous man, he's not going to kill me. He might beat me and try to kick me out of the clan, but in time when his anger goes away, he'll let me come back," I assure with my hand stroking his hair, trying to pass all my positivity to him. I don't understand why he's so worried, it's like he doesn't know his own father.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he mumbles and tries to smile towards me. I move my hand from his hair t
