Page 43 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I entered my code into the door and it unlocked, swinging open before I could do it myself.

“Francesca,” Peter said, bowing slightly in deference to my rank. “Come with me.”

My father’s beta assistant also worked as his butler and I followed him through the house to the formal dining room, wondering why he was putting on this performance.

Yeah, we were legacy alphas in a pack that was nearly as old as the city itself, but we never did this kind of shit unless there was a reason for it.

I really hated these games my father liked to play.

Whatever was going on, it was more than just a dinner.

It was also a test.

Peter opened the door to the formal dining room and turned to take my jacket before I could say anything.

Something felt…off.

I didn’t like the way Peter was keeping his gaze on the floor. That wasn’t like him. “Why are you being so weird?”

Then I turned to the dining table and froze when I saw it wasn’t just my father sitting there.

Shock filled my veins with ice before I buried it down. It was only a split-second reaction, but I’m sure they both noticed despite how miniscule it was.

No matter how good I was, they’ve always been better.

I rolled my shoulders forward to settle my jacket back into place and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder before making my way to the massive dining room table. It was large enough to seat twenty-six people, but there were only three chairs.

One for my father, one for me, and one for…him.

I fixed my gaze on my father’s forehead and forced myself to smile as I made my way across the dining room.

“Francesca, glad you could make it.”

As if I had a choice.

I bent down and kissed his cheek before grabbing my chair. Peter tried to beat me to it as he always did, but the beta was no match for my strength. Hetsked and set my napkin on my lap as I sat before disappearing behind me to grab the pitcher of water.

“It’s not Sunday,” I reminded my father, forcing myself to keep the smile on my face.

Peter poured water into my glass and I reached for the stem, plucking it from the table like none of this bothered me.

“Is it a crime to ask my daughter to have dinner with me?”

I don’t know why he had to pretend like there wasn’t an ulterior motive for this, but it was exhausting.

All of this was exhausting.

I took a sip of water and then carefully set the glass down on the table as Peter started bringing out the serving dishes, placing the food on my father’s plate first…then mine. I refused to let my surprise show that he didn’t servehimbefore me and I rested my elbow on the table, propping my chin on my fist so I could stare at my father.

His red eyes flashed when he smiled slightly. “I heard new recruits were hired at Genesis.”

“You heard right.” Why the fuck was he bringing this up? And in front ofhim?

“How’s that going?”

“Fine.” I sighed and grabbed my fork, dropping my gaze to the food on my plate.

All my favorite foods.

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