Bloody convenient

Third Person's POV

Jamal strode into the house, taking off his jacket. He stretched it out and an Omega rushed to him and carefully took the jacket.

"Dinner has been served, young master," The female omega bowed.

Jamal glanced at the dining area and there was no one seated yet. "Where's my Father?"

"He's upstairs,"

"Why? You didn't tell him dinner had been served?"

"I'm sorry, young master. But he ordered to be left alone,"

"He's still locked in his study?"

"I'm afraid so, Young Master,"

Jamal's gaze went up the stairs and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on. It's been roughly eight hours since his Father returned from the palace meeting.

He'd bumped into him at the doorway and he blasted him for it. Jamal was taken aback by his reaction. He'd known his old man forever, and today was the first time he'd returned home looking like he'd been hit by a cyclone of rage.

He flounced into his study and that was the last time he's been seen. It was already midnight, and he