Chapter 24

As I stepped into the kitchen, the polished wood underneath my feet was reassuring, allowing my thoughts to be taken off the ice-slippery cement outside. Looking around, a condensed dew left my lips, spilling into the air and fading into nothingness. Everything was squeaky clean, courtesy of the housekeeper—Beth.

The kitchen was huge, like a party hall with a four-chair dining table set in the corner. Indeed those chairs were used by omegas to sit and chop and clean the vegetables. My eyes gleamed at the matching cabinets, latest stovetop and built-in oven.

Everything was rightfully in its place and stocked fully. Maybe they already expected the snowstorm and filled the ration. My Alpha said so earlier that we should do the same in our cabin.

Heading towards the counter, I gawked out of the glass window. Outside, little snowflakes have begun falling, tiny, almost resembling a pebble. Most of them didn't make it to the ground, mixing with the harsh wind.