Zoey and beta Luther

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Zoey got out of her car, taking in the familiar exterior decor of Jamal's mansion. She slammed the door shut, adjusted the strap of her small bag on her shoulder, and walked to the front door.

She rang the doorbell just once before she got ushered in. She dismissed the Omega with a wave of her hand.

Her stiletto three-inches heel made a clicking sound with the tiled floor as she made her way up the stairs.

Jamal hadn't picked up when she called so she decided to visit instead. She got to his door and was going to turn the doorknob when she heard indistinct yells.

"Who's that?" She mumbled to herself, stepping away from the door. The voice came again, a bit louder this time.

Her brows furrowed as she recognized the voice. It was Jamal's father. It was Beta Luther's. But he sounded almost unrecognizable. She'd never heard him speak in so much wrath and haughtiness.

Curious as hell, she found herself going closer to the voice. Something about his tone was pulling her i