The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV:

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

I 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.

Once upon a time, my laughter had always been filled with a genuine sound and it usually came from deep within my belly, filling me with joy or amusement from whatever had caused it.

Now, I couldn’t even remembered the last 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 even stayed long enough to be satisfying.

These thoughts for some reason made me angry at something. I could exactly figure out what it was but it left a pang in my chest that threatened to burst open anytime soon.

That sealed it.

I was in no mood to punish my maid, maybe another time.

What I needed was a warm bath and sleep, I had another long day ahead of me tomorrow and I need to be prepared for it.

All of these thoughts and feelings that were going through me lately, were unwanted and quite frankly they were starting to become a bother. They had to go.

Just before I made it to the grand stairs, I watched Zoe exit the maid quarters. Most of the maids had retired to bed and only a few were hanging around now.

The last thing I wanted was another encounter with my personal maid. The one with her injuries was enough for one night and since for some reason, I couldn’t ever predict what would happen in her presence or how things would go, then it meant I needed to avoid her presence as much as I could.

So that meant sending someone else to her with a message.

“Zoe.” I called out to my head maid and watched with furrowed brows as she paused in her steps before turning around slowly to face me.

“Yes Master?” She looked like she had been hoping to move undetected and that only added to my confusion.

I wasn’t exactly in the mood to try to figure out the girl at this point so I went straight to why I had stopped her in the first place.

“Go to the punishment room and tell Freya, I said she can go to bed but that she has to complete the rest of her chores by herself tomorrow or else I wouldn’t be so merciful.” I stated.

Zoe had a look of shock take over her features. Yes, it was very unlike me to send a maid to the punishment room and not follow up on a punishment.

I don’t think I had ever done it. The punishment room spelt doom for anyone that entered into it, that wasn’t myself. So I could understand why this would come as a shock to her, but I didn’t owe her an explanation.

Truth be told, I did not have an explanation. I just felt too tired to punish Freya and that was it.

“If you don’t have a 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 frame.

“I’m sorry Master, I’ll do that immediately.” She replied.

That was good enough for me so I continued to my room, satisfied when I heard Zoe’s light footsteps behind me.

Pushing open the door to my room, the luxurious interior and plush looking bed for the umpteenth time looked dry and unattractive to me.

It got this way, when a person had everything in the world, but they had no one else to share them with. This cycle had remained in place for years.

No mate, no lover.

And I couldn’t see an end in sight.

I moved in the direction of the bathroom, stripping my clothes as I went and the moment I could get the right temperature of water to flow out of the shower heads, a long hiss of relief escaped my lips.

I squirted a good amount of the sweet smelling soap I always purchased onto the loofah before beginning to run it over my body.

I was still washing my body, when my eyes caught sight of the first aid box that I had used earlier still sat on the counter.

I couldn’t exactly tell where my train of thoughts had been when I instructed Freya to follow me. In truth, it was getting harder to separate my train of thoughts and actions when it came to the green eyed girl.

I rushed through the rest of my shower having lost interest in it and once I was done, I stepped out, pulled a towel from the rack and ran it through my body before securing it around my waist before clearing up the first aid kit.

I donned on my pajamas and settled into my bed. Sighing in relief as the softness of the mattress helped to relax my strained muscles, before turning off the light and allowing the darkness in the room wash over me.

I could still see every item in the room properly, courtesy my super vision.

Sleep seemed to have deserted me for the night, I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, yet nothing. And I knew it was going to be that way for a while.

This was one of those nights.

Sighing heavily, I got out of bed and slipped my feet into my slippers before making my way out down the stairs and in the direction of the kitchen, my destination was the garden.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

There was something about that place at night, especially when the moon was high up and bright, that felt very peaceful and satisfying.

And as I perched on the bench in the garden, it didn’t take long before I completely relaxed in my spot. My thoughts ran wild for a minute and I let all the emotions that came with it consume my mind.

Then the light switch in the kitchen came on. I had left it off when I came through because I didn’t need it. I could see almost clearly in the dark so it had been unnecessary.

I watched as Freya poked her head outside the door in curiosity and also fear and I shook my head in disappointment at my personal maid. If it had been a bad person out here then they could have hurt her.

I watched as she flinched in her spot when I spoke and then the surprise that flickered in her eyes when I invited her to join me on the bench almost made me smile. Almost.

I watched Freya silently as she fidgeted in her spot while also wriggling her fingers nervously. The light from the moon cast a beautiful shadow on her and even from her profile I could appreciate just how beautiful she was.

Her hair had been left down and the sight of her long blonde locs drew me in. It was the first time that I had ever seen her with her hair left down and the length and beauty of her hair surprised me. It was obvious she took great care of her hair and it pleased me.

Her hair looked shiny and soft and a part of me wanted to confirm if it would feel as soft as it looked.

Before I could control myself, I reached forward to run my fingers through her hair and I almost moaned in satisfaction at the feeling.

It felt like heaven running my fingers through Freya’s hair and I continued the movement enjoying the feeling that it brought since I got no complaints from the green eyed girl.

The longer I ran my fingers through Freya’s hair the more she relaxed and the moment I stopped, twinkling green eyes turned in my direction and locked with my grey orbs.

The air around us seemed to simmer with a strange feeling as we stared into each others eyes and the longer we stared the worse it got.

It felt like we were waiting for something.

Her face was only inches from mine and I could feel her breath fanning against my face.

Freya’s tongue darted out to wet her lips and that broke the last straw.

I closed the little space that was left between us and took her lips in a sweet kiss.

A soft sigh escaped Freya, and I took advantage of her open mouth to deepen the kiss, I felt her fingers reach for my shirt to hold on to it and I moved her even closer to my frame, before eventually pulling her into my lap.

When we finally pulled apart for air, her green eyes were blown wide with lust and the scent of her arousal mixed with mine took the last resolve I had.

“Hold on tight.” I instructed.

And the moment Freya’s arms were wrapped around my neck securely, I stood with her in my arms and headed back into the house.

It was about to be a long night for myself and Freya.