In the Alphas office, there were three men in the room - the Alpha himself, his beta, and a pack official I had seen before but never spoken to.
I bowed my head respectfully.
“Good day, Alpha” I said
The Alpha gestured to the chair in front of the desk without looking up from his papers.
I sat.
What followed was forty minutes of being spoken about in the third person by men who had never said my name with any kind of care, who were now very formally and very coldly interested in exactly where I was sleeping and why.
"The omega's current place of residence raises questions under section four of the pack cohabitation code," the official said to the alpha, as if I wasn’t sitting directly in front of him.
"The omega's mate bond to Alpha Kenneth's son has not been formally dissolved,"
