Elias' heart stopped as Viktor's voice cut through the kitchen. "Report to my room once you put the kids to sleep," Viktor repeated, his tone sharp and commanding, his grey eyes boring into Elias.
Elias's hands froze on the dish he was washing, water dripping onto the counter. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind.
'Why would Viktor want me in his room? Did he know about the alley? About my omega secret?'
His mind raced.
"Do you understand?" Viktor's voice came again.
Elias's hands were trembling as he turned off the faucet. "Yes, sir," he mumbled, nodding, his voice barely audible.
Viktor turned and left, his heavy footsteps fading down the hall. Luka, still leaning against the counter, grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, damn," he said, chuckling. "I didn't expect that from Vik. Something going on between you two?"
