They were all back at the mansion. A group of Omegas had been called to clean up the mess made in the restaurant. Of course, when they were done, it was immaculate and cleaner than before the fight broke out, not a speck of blood could be seen.

Melissa was sitting on the couch with her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea given to her by the chef. Lola’s cup was on the table, the steam rose and disappeared and the smell of camomile wafted in the air.

The chef had looked ...