Finnegan rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully, considering Reo's request. "Aye, I might know a few folk who could use an extra hand. Work's been a bit slow lately, but I reckon we can find somethin' suitable for a strapping lad like yourself."
He leaned against the doorframe of the small, modest room, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Tell ya what, Reo. There's an old widow down the lane, Mrs. Ellie McKinnon. Her son, Liam, he's off fightin' somewhere in the east with the army. God knows when he'll be back, or if he'll be back at all, poor soul."
Finnegan's expression turned somber for a moment before he shook off the melancholic thoughts. "Anyway, the point is, Mrs. McKinnon, she needs help around the house. A bit of chopping wood, haulin' water, fixin' things that break. The like. I reckon she'd pay a fair wage for a hardworking omega like you to keep her company and lend a hand."
He paused, then added, "Now, don't you go thinkin' she's some doddering old biddy. That woman's got a mind sharper than a tack and a tongue quicker than a whip. But she's good people, and she'd treat ya right."
Finnegan rubbed his chin again, as if considering something. "Tell ya what. I'll send her a message, let her know I got a likely lad for the job. If she's agreeable, you can start first thing in the morn. Whaddya say?"
Meanwhile, back at Silvertongue Estate, Preston paced the grand foyer like a caged beast. He could feel the absence of his omega, the void left behind by Reo's departure. It gnawed at him, a constant ache that refused to dissipate.
*He can't have gotten far. There's nowhere for him to hide from me,* Preston seethed internally, his mind a whirlwind of dark intentions. *I'll find him. And when I do... Gods help him.*
Preston's fingers curled into fists at his sides, knuckles cracking from the force of his anger. He turned to one of his most trusted advisors, a grizzled old alpha named Cade.
"Cade, assemble a search party. I want every able-bodied man in the clan scouring the countryside for that little omega slut. Bring him to me. ALIVE. I don't care how you do it."
Cade bowed his head, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred and weathered face. "Aye, my lord. It will be done."
*He can't escape this. No one can. The Silvertongue always gets what he wants. And I want Reo. NOW.*
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