Enzo thought of a thousand things that someone could ask from a low-class Alpha like Darius. However, none of those had ever coincided with kitchen work. In fact, even these very two words wouldn't cross his mind in a million years. After all, the domestics had always been the work of the Omegas. An Alpha was expected to do it? What kind of madness did that old thing have?
The beginning of a ridiculing laugh showed on the visitor's face. Darius and Nicholai didn't have to hear what he wanted to say to know what was in his mind. It was evident from what his face was making.
It's just that… even Blake and the other maid glared at him for this action. He just didn't continue because he found those glares intriguing. Omegas were glaring at him—one of the prime wolves of their generation? He quickly reached out to the side to pull Blake to his body, Darius getting a start from his dangerous action.
