Damon was fuming in anger as he drove back home.

"Loosen the grip, Damon.", He heard the person from the adjacent seat say:

"Shut up, Adom."

"You're going to break the steering wheel,", his best friend countered.

Damon groaned but loosened the choke hold on the steering anyway.

"Good, now tell me what's got you all—death grippy."

"It's that Omega. I hate her,", Damon snarled.

"What, Omega?", Adom asked innocently.

"You know who I'm talking about,", Damon said, narrowing his eyes, not impressed at Adom's act of clean hands.

"Nope,", Adom said, even though his mischievous smirk said otherwise.

Damon gritted his teeth and said, "Allen Wood."

Adom's smirk left...