Well, he wasn’t.
My grip tightened on the plate, and I shifted it slightly away from him so he couldn’t steal it from me. “I got you your own fork. I’m not going to shovel it into your mouth for you, asshole,” I muttered.
Maybe I’d considered it. I hadn’t brought Crescent her own fork. But Sin… I needed this little instinct experiment.
“Then share a plate with fucking Phantom.”
Hehadto let me do this.
But I wouldn’t beg—plus I doubted begging my omega would do anything to help with my instincts.
SIN
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Crescent looked so pleased. Between her forkfuls of mashed potatoes, Vandle would pick up a piece of chicken and she’d snatch it between her teeth.
It was really cute.
But couldn’t theybothjust leave me out of it?
Karma was looking at me with his jaw clenched, and our bond echoed with a special sort of desperation. He’d always been a little feral, but it had never been so obvious how much.
He clearly needed to do that ridiculous alpha caretaking thing. Normally I would still tell him to fuck off, but we needed every possible leg up for our appeal.
Karma was trying to figure out how to stabilize himself, and this was like… a tester, I guessed. To see if doing something other than relying on the rut cages might help.
Phantom begged me with his eyes to just cave, and I wondered if he actually thought it would work.
Would caring for an omega who hated every second of being coddled actually help?
But I huffed and snatched my fork from Karma’s hand, scooping up some box stuffing from his plate and shoving it in my mouth.
All I had to do was eat from the same plate.
Karma grinned broadly, his side of the bond settling enough that I could completely block it out again. He sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing his own piece of Crescent bait from our plate despite Vandle’s possessive glare.
I sat beside him, barely enough room for my ass on the tiny bottom bunk, eating slowly while watching as they took turns feeding our delicate little omega. Phantom didn’t bother to fight for the honour himself—he sat on the opposite bunk, eating with a little smile on his face.
Karma would occasionally pause in feeding Crescent to watch me take a few bites, a rumble rising in his chest.
I repressed every single feeling that bubbled up as a reaction to that.
Did I like it?
Maybe. But there was something else, a seething irritation that grew every time someoneelsefed Crescent.
I nearly growled as she nipped Karma’s arm when he tried to snatch it away.
She was half feral, I swear.
Would she bitemelike that?
Just because I was an omega didn’t mean I couldn’t take care of her.
Her growling stomach had been soothed by the time my control snapped and I grabbed Karma’s hand before he could give her another.
“My turn,” I muttered.
