“Mhmm. I love that you’re wearing my clothes. Trying to tell those Alphas something, baby?” He pulls me into his arms.
“Just showing them who I belong to.” I grin.
“You don’t belong to anyone, Lexi. We belong to you.” He winks.
I’m nervous as we head down to the kitchen. The last few days have been a blur of drama. This will be the first time around them that I have a clearer head and less of a messy one.
I don’t know these men, and I pray they are the good guys. I have no trouble putting down a bad Alpha, scent match or not.
Fuck. I should really call Silva and let her know what's going on. But first, I need to know more myself.
“What are you doing?” I ask when I find both Aiden and Sloane in the kitchen.
“Cooking.” Sloane spins around. “Not sure what you like to eat, so we went out and got a bit of everything. Hope you’re hungry. Youareeating for two.” He winks.
“You’re... cooking for us?” I ask carefully.
“Yes.” Aiden’s brows furrow. “Why wouldn’t we? We’re Alphas, we want to take care of our Omegas.”
“I thought it was the Omegas’ job to take care of their Alphas?”
Sloane snorts. “Kitten, we’ve been taking care of ourselves for years. We don’t need a maid or a mother. We want a partner. An equal.”
“But we also go hard for the ones we care about. Not sure how you feel about being a spoiled princess, so let us know if we overstep,” Aiden says. “Becausesomeonejust might.” He gives Sloane a stern look.
“Don’t give me that look.” Sloane smirks. “I’m already obsessed over our little Omega.” He gives Emmett an appreciative once-over. “And I know it won’t take long before blondie is tied with her.”
“We’ll see,” Emmett responds, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
They bring everything over so Emmett and I can make our plates.
“Is there anything else you need?” Aiden asks. “Something to drink?”
“It’s okay, I can get it.” I start to stand, but Aiden looks like a kicked puppy. “Uh, a glass of apple juice?” I slowly sit back down.
He gives me a firm nod and goes to get me one.
“This is weird,” I whisper to Emmett.
“I know,” he whispers back, taking a bite of his food. “But fuck me, Peaches, they can cook.”
“You know,” Sloane whispers, “we can hear you.”
I smother a snort, and he gives me a grin.
Averting my eyes, I start to eat and have to hold back a moan.Yeah, this is good.
Aiden brings me a glass of juice, and I thank him.
Everything is quiet while we eat, but I keep looking up to find Sloane staring at me.
“What?” I grumble. “Stop staring at me.”
He grins wider. “Not sure if that's possible.”
“It’s creepy.” I glare at him.
He just shrugs.
