28. Fucking Feelings

Alpha Lennox and I hurriedly went to the packhouse’s garage while the man continued muttering something incoherent.

“Instead of talking to yourself, why don’t you share it with me?” I stated when I got tired of his mumbling.

My eyes went wide at the display of luxury. Different expensive cars totaled almost fifteen cars. A few years ago, the pack had only five cars and I was also the one who was cleaning them.

“Who owned all of these?” I asked the alpha.

“Some of them are my babies. Some were the beta and the others were from the pack members. It’s not only mine. Dad was always displeased when I bought a car saying I still had one with me. Functional one.”

“Oh. These are all beautiful.”

I wished I owned even one. Then, I could go to whatever places I wanted.

“I know. They are my babies.”

“Who is cleaning them?”

“Me sometimes. Sometimes the omega.”

“They must be scared of scratching your car. Did you give them punishment if they committed a mistake of dirtying your babies?”

The alph