An Omega For Sale by Kess

Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Greyson’s POV:

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“I’m just saying that I think it might be rude if we invite certain Alphas and don’t invite certain. There could be a mini war for that in fact. It is after all the feast of Alphas, so all Alphas should be invited.” Smith said and I blinked at the end of his words.

At this point, even screaming wouldn’t be enough to convey my frustrations and anger. I had woken up restless and tired and it felt like as the day went on, the more tired and restless I became.

I couldn’t focus on anything. Not my work, or trying to make sense of what had happened the previous night, not even the meeting with Smith seemed to be able to get me to concentrate.

“I’ve been trying to convince myself that somehow you’re listening to me but at this point I don’t think I can continue to do that successfully. It’s obvious you’re not listening to me and that your mind is filled with something else.” Smith said with a frustrated sigh in his words.

I rubbed my temples, hoping to chase away the throb that had began forming behind my eyelids. I was conflicted. With a heavy sigh, I turned to smith and began talking.

“I’m fine or I’ll be fine eventually. I haven’t been sleeping well in the last three days, maybe I need to try and get some good sleep. I’m sure I’ll feel better after then.” I said to my Beta and although he didn’t look like he believed me one bit, he nodded his head in understanding and stood up from his seat.

He gave

funny salute to me and moved towards the door. With his hand on

without giving me the room to respond, he pulled

this the point where I asked for help? Or could I still fix this myself? At what point exactly did I really need to call for help?

quickly before moving out of office and locking

room as had been the routine for me in the last three nights. It was

quick shower and brushing, I slip on a pair of pajamas from the pile of clothes I had moved into the guest room. Once I

this was enough to get completely used to it, but that was far from it. The scent still felt as foreign to me as it did the first time and it was still as intoxicating

darkness of my closed eyes, was bright green and beautiful eyes staring right back at me. There was only one woman that had eyes as beautiful as

Freya.

Omega 36.

Green eyes.

Blonde hair.

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