An Omega For Sale by Kess

Chapter 235

Chapter 235

Arthur’s POV:

I was burning.

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With a lot of different emotions that I couldn’t even hope to explain. He didn’t have the right. And the way she had looked at him? Almost as if he had hung the moon. She used to always look at me like that, I still had many pictures that proved it, but now whenever she looked at me, her eyes were filled with anger. I didn’t know how to deal with that and I hated it so much.

But I hated seeing her look at Stephen the way she did even more.

join them, especially since the majority of then were having difficulties landing very simple techniques but I was too angry if move from my car. I heard Stephen’s bike from almost a mile away and my fists clenched and unclenched by themselves.

permanent painting his lips and lighting up his face. Everything in me wanted to go over and punch his

line and I’m hoping we’ll be able to discuss them later. They are pretty important. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest

had made me very skeptical from the moment he had joined my pack. Having a pack open to misfits and rogues, the majority of people had behaviors that could be

the definition

majority of pack members and he was very competent. He was able to remember minuscule things, he was organized, he was friendly and easy to talk to, he was strong and most times he had a solution

I couldn’t think of why

already met him but he’ll be joining in for the training today. So put in your best! He doesn’t play around.” Stephen said, his tone light and teasing and although everyone else around

come from, they had never been exposed to training once in their life as was the case for the majority of the packs. Most preferred to keep

pack and it was easy to make them obey too so that was definitely a plus, there was no toxic masculinity in the air and it was just a set of people willing to do their bests to impress you. The omega group wasn’t as large as we’d hoped but

refused to spar properly with the partner given to him. His posture was stiff like he was afraid to even breathe and he was trying his best to stay in place and make himself look as small as possible. It was even harder to correct them both because they had chosen to move to the very end of the field to spar. I walked over to

greeted them as I got closer, trying my hardest to remember their

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