Ilona
The clueless Omega looked up at me in surprise and her eyelids fluttered in disbelief. She pulled her hand away from the bowl and washed it in the sink. Wiping her hand on the apron, she turned to face me with a smile.
“Yes, Alpha Ilona. How can I help you?” she asked, her face contorted in curiosity.
Shaking my head, I let out a sharp exhale. “Nancy….”
“Oh, I’m sorry. What can I help you with, Ilona?” she corrected herself, making me smile.
Pulling her to the nearby table, I sat her down. At first, she stood up the minute I sat down, but after some insistence, Nancy obliged.
“That’s better. I need to talk to you about something,” I said, lowering my voice.
Nancy’s eyes widened with shock, but she quickly shook her head and beamed. “Sure.”
“But, you
