The Omega For Sale

“Eat your food Jessy.” I instructed my three years old.

But she ignored me and only continued to play around with the little plastic fork that had been set out specifically for her. Jessy had a long look on her face and that confused me. She simply looked sad and even angry, but she refused to say a word to me.

The moment I got into the room earlier this morning, I had seen Jessy wide awake, clutching the sheets tight in her hands with tears rolling down her cheeks and she had also wet the bed.

Which was something she only did after a nightmare or when she was really scared and my heart raced with fear and disappointment.

Fear that something could have happened to my child and I would have been unable to do anything about it because I was too busy getting my brains fucked out, and disappointment mainly because of the look in my daughter’s eyes.

I had immediately apologized to her and had tried to make up for it by giving her some of my food, it was really the best I could do. I didn’t have the privilege to do anything else and it usually worked.

Jessy ate a lot for her age so she was always more than happy to get double portions of food, but today she wasn’t having any of it.

“Jessy, what’s the problem? I already apologized for leaving you. I told you I was only out getting some water. Why won’t you forgive me?” I whispered to my child, but the stubborn mini version of myself only pouted more and turned away from me.

Sighing heavily, I moved my plate from the island where we usually had our meals to the sink.

Jessy had never been this mad at me before. Even back at our former pack house when I used to work till insanely late and leave her alone so much.

Her attitude at the moment was unexplainable and scary.

“Hi Jessy.” Christie called the moment she walked into the kitchen.

Jessy and I had woken up earlier than the others because the Alpha had instructed me to prepare his breakfast and the moment Jessy realized I was getting ready for the day, she refused to go back to bed and she had been following ne everywhere ever since.

“Hi Aunty Chrisey.” Jessy called back cheerfully, the previous anger and sulking that had painted her face was wiped off in a second.

I furrowed my brows in confusion at that. The two began another of their weird discussions that helped them bond but I just never seemed to get the hang of it.

Jessy did not look a single bit upset and she even shared more than one laugh with Christie.

Jealousy bubbled in my stomach.

That was my baby! And she wasn’t even talking to me.

I inched closer to the two.

“Jess?” I called, hoping that she would have gotten over her bad mood and would be willing to talk to me now.

My daughter only spared me a half glance before turning her attention back to Christie.

The latter furrowed her brows before looking between myself and Jessy with amusement dancing in her eyes.

I rolled my eyes at the smile she was trying to hide. Of course, this would be funny to her.

“Wipe that smile off your face Christie.” I said in what I assumed was my best threatening voice but was probably not, since Christie only burst out laughing at my words.

“What’s happening between you two?” She asked, amidst her laughter.

“I don’t know why Jessy refuses to talk to me. She’s been mad at me all morning and I can’t explain it.”

Christie furrowed her brows in thoughts before turning to the three years old that had thankfully started eating her food slowly.

“Jess?” Christie called.

“Mmm?”

“Why are you mad at Mommy?”

“No.” Jessy replied simply, still focused on her breakfast.

And I sighed in frustration.

“You’re not mad at her.” Christie asked again and this time Jessy turned her eyes to me.

“Mad.” She stated simply before turning back to her food again.

Christie had been about to reply but she was interrupted by Emilia sauntering into the kitchen. I squinted my eyes at her, memories of what had taken place just earlier in the morning flooding my mind once more.

Emilia cut a look to Jessy and I furrowed my brows in confusion, when I looked in the direction of my daughter she had her head bowed in what looked like fear and her lips were wobbling like she were about to cry.

My heart began thrumming in its cage.

What if Emilia had slipped into the room while I was out of it and she had done something to Jessy. Maybe that was the reason my daughter was so mad at me.

I didn’t have the time to ask questions because Emilia’s next words stopped me in my tracks.

“Freya, Master requests for you in his office.” She delivered and my heart thrumming multiplied.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I had just served his breakfast about thirty minutes earlier and I was just waiting to get a word out of Jessy before I moved to clear the table.

What could have gone wrong in this time? Because Emilia was gloating at me and that could never mean anything good.

“Okay I’ll be right there.” I replied.

“Right now Freya.” She insisted, her tone taking a more authoritative stance, making me fume in anger.

I said nothing though. The last thing I wanted was another punishment because Emilia had decided to push my buttons. I sighed in frustration, before moving to walk out of the kitchen.

Jessy had scrambled out of her seat immediat, hugging my legs and preventing me from moving while shaking her head rapidly.

“Jess? What’s the problem? Let go of me baby, I have to go.” I coaxed gently.

But my daughter refused, holding my legs even tighter and shaking her head. I looked to Christie for help but she could only watch me in confusion too.

“Okay, come on. We’ll go together.” I said to Jessy and that seemed to calm her down because she finally let go of my legs and took my outstretched hand.

“You know you can’t bring the brat to the Alpha’s office. Besides he wants to see you alone.” Emilia bit angrily, cutting another dirty look to my child, who hid behind me in reaction.

“Mind your business Emilia. You’re as much a slave here as I am. You don’t get to make rules or boss anyone around. You’ve delivered the Alpha’s message now get lost.” The anger in my tone was not lost to me, but I was sincerely tired of her attitude.

I didn’t wait for her to respond, choosing instead to move in the direction of the Alpha’s office with Jessy by my side.

I heard a footstep behind me and I paused in my track. Emilia was following me to the Alpha’s office. I simply raised my brows at her but she ignored the obvious question in my eyes, walking past me instead.

Something was wrong.

And it involved the slimy maid.

She was waiting by the door to the Alpha’s office and as usual she had her nose in the air. Like she knew something I did not know.

I ignored her and crouched beside my daughter.

“Jessy, you’ve got to wait outside for me okay. I’m just going to be in there for a minute and then we can go back downstairs okay?” I whispered quietly to my child, but she looked like she was about to start crying.

“Nuh.” She whispered softly to me, wrapping her little arms around my neck in a hug to prevent me from moving.

I wasn’t sure what was wrong with Jessy today, but she had been off all through the morning.

Sighing heavily I stood up from my position and held her in my arms again. Ignoring Emilia’s dirty look on us both before knocking on the door.

The moment I got the go ahead, I pushed open the door and stepped into the space with Jessy hiding behind my legs and Emilia strutting in behind us.

The Alpha was working behind his desk and he ignored our presence in the room for what felt like a long time but finally he raised his eyes from the documents he was working on.

For a moment he let his eyes roam around the room, furrowing them when they landed on Jessy’s small frame hiding behind my legs. I feared he was going to send her out of the room but he didn’t, instead his eyes settled on me finally.

“Freya, I asked you a question this morning regarding some pictures.” He said, straight to the point as always and I nodded my head in the positive, wondering why he was bringing this up again.

“And you said, that although you had seen the pictures before and maybe even looked through it’s content, you claimed it had been a one time thing and that you had not come in contact with it again. Is that still correct?” The Alpha asked.

There was something in his tone that scared me and I wasn’t sure where this was headed yet so the suspense was almost too much for me to bear.

“Yes Master.” I replied.

And Emilia snickered by my side.

When I turned to face her there was a scornful smile on her face and she only continued to gloat but I ignored her and focused my attention back on the Alpha that had began talking again.

“So how come this was found in your room Freya?”

It felt like all the breath whooshed out from my lungs at the sight of the Alpha holding up what seemed to be the missing picture.

“I-I- I have no idea how that would have gotten there.” I said simply.

My stutter at the start of my statement was as a result of my confusion. I looked in the direction of Emilia and she had a certain sparkle in her eyes.

That was when it hit me completely.

Emilia had done something when I was out of the room.

“That’s not what I’m seeing Freya. Could you repeat what you told me Emilia?”

The girl glared in my direction for a second before turning her eyes to the Alpha.

“Early this morning when I went to get some water to drink in the kitchen, I saw Freya tip toeing down the stairs with her arms behind her back and when I asked her where she was coming from, she said it was none of my business and made her way into the quarters.”

I looked to Emilia with mouth wide open but she wasn’t done talking.

“Then I couldn’t find my brush while I was preparing this morning and then I went to Freya’s room to get one and that was when I found the picture laying in the drawer.” She concluded.

It didn’t make sense. Her entire story just did not make sense and on top of it she was lying!

I was the one who had caught her in a compromising position this morning. She had never seen me tiptoeing down the stairs, but had bumped into me while she had been coming out of the kitchen.

She was sharing her room with another maid and if her brush had been missing then it made sense for her to take that maid’s brush. But coming all the way to my room to get a brush did not make any sense.

It would have been believable if it were Christie, at least we were friends.

Emilia and myself were not friends at all, she had no business in my room.

“Freya w-” The Alpha had begun talking but he was interrupted by a small voice.

“No.” Jessy’s voice came from behind me.

“What was that?” Alpha Greyson asked, brows furrowed.

Jessy finally stepped out from behind me, she gave one look to Emilia who was currently glowering at my child.

“Lying.” Jessy said once more.

“Who’s lying Jess?” The Alpha asked and the gentle tone in which his voice had taken surprised me.

And he called Jessy, Jess.

Even with the situation before me, I couldn’t help my smile at the nickname.

“Emilee.” She whispered.

“Don’t you know how to control your brat Freya? How dare she interrupt the Alpha when he’s spea-”

“Shut your mouth Emilia and leave the room.” The Alpha spat.

The girl looked in shock and what seemed to be confusion but in the next minute she was leaving the room.

“Come here Jess.” The Alpha coaxed, his voice was back to the gentle tone that was obviously only reserved for Jessy.

Jessy looked like she were thinking about whether or not it were safe to go to him and I nodded my head in encouragement at her.

The moment she was stood by the Alpha, he turned to look at me.

“Wait downstairs Freya.” He instructed.