“You would tell us if you did.”
I scoffed. That didn’t help things. “I would. Absolutely. Immediately.”
Felix came around the corner of the house, also yelling. “What in the hell is going on? I can hear you two all the way in the kitchen.”
“We had a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Cannon fumed. “I think it’s you trying to get close to the omega first. As though you didn’t already have a connection to her through the dreams.”
“What?” I yelled. Yeah, now, I was yelling too. Millie was probably wide awake by now. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“You and our omega sharing dreams. You’ve already got this bond with her that neither of us do.” Cannon crossed his arms over his chest. Oh boy. The alpha’s insecurity was on full display.
Felix put his hands up, stepping between us. “That’s not his fault, Cannon. He has a gift. He’s the reason we have a sleuth now and found our omega. Let’s not keep score. If we start that shit, this is never going to work.”
Cannon stopped and backed up a few steps. “But he didn’t tell us.”
“I didn’t know!” Okay, that came out a bit louder than I’d intended.
“Can you guys, please stop?” Her voice, so tiny and sweet, tore through the tension. We all whirled to see her standing in her pajamas, looking utterly defeated. Disappointed. Tired. All of the above.
Cannon was the most affected by it. His posture relaxed, and so did his breathing. “I’m sorry, Millie. We didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I don’t care about you waking me up. I care about this sleuth fighting. Especially over me.”
“I’m sorry I assumed you didn’t tell us there was something wrong. I saw you under her window and thought there was danger.”
The alpha could apologize. That was rare.
“I’m sorry for yelling,” I responded. “And for waking you up.”
“Everyone okay now?” Felix asked.
We both nodded.
“Good. Let’s restart this damned morning.”
Chapter Fifteen
Millie
My head was pounding when I woke up, and I wanted to roll back over and fall asleep. I knew it would be pointless, so instead, I washed up quickly and went to find the others.
I found them outside…fighting.
I’d seen alphas fight before, far more times than I cared to remember. When they did, I was smart enough to back away and flee because fighting always turned into blood. Either the one in power would bleed the inferior, or there would be a physical, claws-out challenge. It was the way it was.
But, standing there, watching them, all I wanted to do was go closer. Not that I wanted to get in the middle of it, more that I wanted to help. The fight was about me. Or rather, less about me than it was about what Tyrone and I had shared. I hated that, but it wasn’t as if either of us had done it intentionally, and both of us were shocked to discover that was what had happened. And the others seemed to understand that now.
They were never going to hurt each other. That was the part of this that was so different to me. They were communicating. And yes, it was loud, and yes, their anger was close to the surface, but I didn’t scent their bears at all. Their eyes looked human even before it deescalated. They were working it out. They respected each other. They were what a sleuth should be and not what my birth sleuth actually was.
I was now back in my room, getting dressed, trying to think of what I should make for breakfast. We had eggs, that was an easy one, but I hadn’t paid enough attention to the kitchen to know if we had bread for French toast or if maybe I had to make pancakes to go with them. For that matter, I didn’t know if they had the ingredients for any of that.
I put making an inventory of the kitchen to see on my to-do list for the day. If the alphas weren’t going to give me a list, I was going to make one for myself.
I hated that I was going to ask them to spend money, but being fed was important, and if they were missing key items, then so be it. If only I’d come with my suitcase. I had money in there I’d stashed away while in college. Not a lot. I’d never had “spending” money the way most college kids did, but what I earned as a teaching assistant or other jobs on campus, I squirreled away. Gods, my father was going to be pissed if he looked in that suitcase.
When I came out, the table was already set and filled with food.
