Chapter 13. Confused Feelings

Owen’s POV

I rode my bike at a very fast pace toward the pack house. My home. I loved the thrill and danger that came with riding a bike. It made the adrenaline pump through my veins faster. The wind blew through my clothes and hair. It was simply exhilarating and I won’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. I parked my bike in front of the pack house and removed my helmet.

"Welcome back sir," the omegas in the pack house who served us greeted me. I walked past them into the living room. This part of the house was not too crowded because I only lived here with my father, my grandma, and a few omegas. It was good though, I hated the chaos that came with cohabiting with lots of people.

"Owen," I stopped in my tracks when I heard my father’s deep commanding voice.

"Father," I replied, turning around. I caught sight of him sitting at our mini bar with a glass of alcohol in front of him.

"Come, join me,"