An Omega For Sale by Kess

Chapter 50

Greyson’s POV:

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I ate my dinner in silence while 1 contemplated what I could do to Freya as a punishment tonight. But nothing seemed to be Late

coming up.

Well except thoughts of the paddle again.

But that was the one tool that I couldn’t use on her again. At least not so soon after what had happened during her last punishment.

For some reason, nothing in me seemed to be in agreement with punishment my green eyed maid tonight.

Not my wolf, or even the strength to carry out the act.

Sighing heavily,I pushed my food aside and moved to exit the dining room. Too much thinking, made the food taste bland in my mouth and I couldn’t find it in me to keep eating.

1 heard Jessy’s laugh come from the kitchen that had a door connected to the dining area and the sound forced a smile onto my face.

The sound of her childlike laughter, so genuine and carefree warmed me from the inside and also filled me with envy. I would never have the chance to laugh as carefree as that, ever again.

upon a time, my laughter had always been filled with a genuine sound and it usually came from deep within my belly,

time I laughed. All I did now was give half assed smiles or let a ghost of a smile tug at my lips. It never

was but it left

That sealed iL

no mood to punish my maid, maybe another

long day ahead of me tomorrow and I need to

were unwanted and quite frankly they were starting to become a bother. They had to

quarters. Most of the maids had retired to bed and only

night and since for some reason, I couldn’t ever predict what would happen in her presence or how things would

someone else to her with a message

I called out to my head maid and watched with furrowed grows as she paused in her steps before turning around slowly to

She looked like she had been hoping to move undetected and that only added

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the girl at this point so I went

to complete the rest of her chores

had a look of shock take over her features. Yes, it was very unike me to send a maid to

wasn’t myself. So I

I just felt too tired to

use for your tongue, I could as well cut it off and throw it out, since you don’t deem it fit to reply me when I speak to you.” I threatened coldly and reveled in the fear that trembled Zoe’s