An Omega For Sale by Kess

Chapter 55

I wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been awake and watching me but I could only imagine that he would have been thinking through everything just the way I had been doing since my eyes flipped open.

Everything that had happened last night was far from my expectations. It was surreal.

And perfect.

But not in the way that everyone assumed the word to be.

This was far from the way most girls described their perfect. My situation wasn’t exactly the fairytale that most people yearned for but it suited me.

I wondered what would happen if the Alpha came out to meet me on his bed again. Maybe him exiting the room was a warning for me. I could hear the shower running, so it meant that I had enough time to leave the room.

There had been no words exchanged between us while he was still on the bed and I had been unable to discern the look in his eyes in the darkness of the room but what if he got back into the room and got furious that I was still curled up in his bed.

I slipped out of the bed and began pulling my clothes onto my frame. The blinking red lights of the clock on the nightstand showed 4:11

Once I was done slipping on my clothes, I moved with stealth towards the door, pulling it open, then shutting it firmly but quietly behind me the moment I exited.

The entire house was eerily quiet and I knew that there was no one milling around at this time but it felt as though the walls were watching me, judging me in fact.

as I walked down the grand stairs it felt like every step I

a creaking in the

in hours earlier but I had a feeling that he would have. He wasn’t the sort of person that would leave

to the edge

She whisper yelled, obviously surprised with my

to stare wide eyed at my frame and for a moment I felt self conscious. Was

Could she tell?

were stained with something, but I couldn’t figure out what it was from my position and

had been painting her face eased and was replaced with

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Chapter 55

have been coming from and when she geasured with her eyes, the distance between myself and the stairs and myself and the door that led to the maid quarters her eyes furrowed

time? Where are you coming from?” She asked, in that ever judgement filled, bitter tone of hers that I would never get used to.

was suspicious, but I was yet to judge it question her. Why did

really early in the morning and you’re coming from the garden I presume. Is there a reason for that?” I countered, choosing to

of it. Mouth opening and closing like a finish out of water, but then she clamped her lips shut, before sighing in what seemed

getting some fresh air. She replied, doing her

add up.