Dorian
He wanted to let the beast out and finally fall asleep.
He was utterly exhausted—days of frustration piling up, but more than anything, failure drained him.
That bastard had vanished into thin air.
Just as he approached the door to his private suite, he saw the club manager waiting nearby.
“Mr. Holt? What are you doing here?” Dorian asked.
“Mr. Gray,” the manager greeted with a small bow. “Sam instructed me to make sure the bird doesn’t fly away.”
Dorian smirked slightly.
“And what kind of little bird has Sam caught for me tonight?”
“A new omega, sir. Sent by your mother’s direct order.”
“Oh?” His brow arched. “I wonder what this poor thing did to displease my dear mother.”
“Couldn’t say. I just follow orders,” the manager replied evenly.
“Well, let’s see then. You can g
