Enrique:
“What are you having for lunch, Alpha Enrique?” Cici, the pack-house keeper asks as she trails behind me with countless Omegas.
“What’s on the list?” I ask tiredly, Cici always made it her job to get all the varieties of food on the table, whether lunch, or even dinner. She is keeping to my mother’s wish, for me to always eat.
“Sourdough bread and chicken soup, grilled turkey sandwich, dessert is black forest cake, exactly the way you like it.”
“I will go with the sour dough bread and the soup.” I say and quickly usher them away. I don’t particularly like lunch, but I am going to be having it with Irene. I will be able to ask her some questions about her powers. We didn’t really discuss much in the morning, so I am hoping lunch will cover it up.
I walk into the grand living r
