Your patience was wearing thin. It was one thing to be forced to wed an omega to further your family's business agenda, it's another for that omega to have absolutely no respect for your authority.

You were learning to drown it out, the constant complaining, constant pouting, constant torture at this point.

Estelle was the picture perfect little rich daddy's girl, well, until her dad decided to marry her off to you. Now, she and her father are fighting. She hates this marriage, basically hates you and she will not let you forget it.

The two of you sat in the back of the car, your driver having just picked you both up from another gala. Her irritation? rolling off of her. What was it this time?