Chapter 13: Confused feelings

Owen's POV I rode my bike at a very fast pace toward the pack house. My home. I loved the thrill and danger that came with riding a bike. It made the adrenaline pump through my veins faster. The wind blew through my clothes and hair. It was simply exhilarating and I won't trade this feeling for anything in the world. I parked my bike in front of the pack house and removed my helmet. "Welcome back sir," the omegas in the pack house who served us greeted me. I walked past them into the living room. This part of the house was not too crowded because I only lived here with my father, my grandma, and a few omegas. It was good though, I hated the chaos that came with cohabiting with lots of people. "Owen," I stopped in my tracks when I heard my father's deep commanding voice. "Father," I replied, turning around. I caught sight of him sitting at our mini bar with a glass of alcohol in front of him. "Come, join me," he said. I reluctantly walked towards him and took a seat. "I don't want any d