August took his time in his shower. When Sophia came tiptoeing back into his room, the water running could still be heard and steam was rolling out of the crack he had left in the door. August made sure to clean himself well, not being the type of alpha who liked to be scented himself. The man had never had a permanent omega and he didn't plan to start smelling like one now. Scrubbing his body down vigorously, he washed the conditioner from his hair and finally shut the shower off.
He stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, a thick, comfortable gray robe tied loosely around his body. His eyes immediately fell to Sophia, happy to see her in her rightful place, kneeling on the floor. "I see you managed," he spoke as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back away from his forehead. Stepping in front of Sophia, he glanced down at her as he grabbed his beer bottle from the table. "Did you get help, my sweet?" He fell into his chair, he knees slightly spread apart as he made himself comfortable.
Without her answer, he could tell the omega had found help. The meal placed before him was a regular one he enjoyed, made often by Nina, one of his servants. He tsked, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he picked the fork up and stabbed it into a piece of chicken. "Can you cook, omega?" He inquired, barely looking at her as he ate. He knew Sophia had to be starving, but he had no intention of feeding her yet. August knew how the men he had acquired her from treated their stock. He'd guess she probably hadn't been thrown scraps in the past couple of days.
@ castle.
He stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, a thick, comfortable gray robe tied loosely around his body. His eyes immediately fell to Sophia, happy to see her in her rightful place, kneeling on the floor. "I see you managed," he spoke as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back away from his forehead. Stepping in front of Sophia, he glanced down at her as he grabbed his beer bottle from the table. "Did you get help, my sweet?" He fell into his chair, he knees slightly spread apart as he made himself comfortable.
Without her answer, he could tell the omega had found help. The meal placed before him was a regular one he enjoyed, made often by Nina, one of his servants. He tsked, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he picked the fork up and stabbed it into a piece of chicken. "Can you cook, omega?" He inquired, barely looking at her as he ate. He knew Sophia had to be starving, but he had no intention of feeding her yet. August knew how the men he had acquired her from treated their stock. He'd guess she probably hadn't been thrown scraps in the past couple of days.
@ castle.
March 31st, 2020 at 06:31am