Page 44 of Pucking the Enemy

“In his endeavor to be ultra healthy, Phillip has found some unique recipes over the years,” Roman laughed. “I’ve tried the salad with apples, and I’ve tried the salad with grapes, and both of them are actually quite good, much to my surprise.”

Phillip glared at his pack mate. “Getting you to simply try those salads was a nightmare.”

“I like what I like,” Roman declared, turning his nose up in the air haughtily.

“I’ve stopped trying with you, but Hazel’s pregnant and actually needs nutrients. She can’t eat like a five-year-old who’s got free rein of a snack cabinet, like you do.”

I bit my lip. That was how I usually ate. Snacking was just so much more fun than full meals. Roman and I were clearly kindred spirits in that regard.

Phillip sighed at my bashful face. “I’ll order us some food. You liked most of the dishes we had while you were in heat, didn’t you?”

I blushed at the reminder of my heat. “I think I did? I was honestly somewhat distracted when you were feeding me.”

A grin broke out on his face. “Oh, I remember well. I’ll figure out the food.”

“Thank you.”

Once I finished nibbling on my crackers, Roman took the opportunity to run his hands gently through my hair. The movement sent tingles down my neck and through my spine, instantly putting me at ease and making my body feel languid.

“Now, Duchess, I’m only saying this because I adore you, but you do smell somewhat ripe. When did you last take a shower?”

I grimaced. “It’s been a few days. I’m just so dizzy every time I stand, at the moment. I’m sorry you have to put up with that.”

“We can rectify that easily enough. How about I help you shower while Phillip changes the sheets?”

“Why do you get the fun job?” Phillip asked, looking up from his phone.

“Because, if memory serves, you got some one-on-one shower time with our beautiful Duchess when she was in heat. Correct me if I’m wrong?”

Phillip smirked. “Oh, no, you’re not wrong. It was a wonderful time. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it is your turn.”

“I’m sick. It’s not like we’re going to be doing any hanky panky,” I informed Roman, tilting my head up to look at him.

He beamed down at me.“Just seeing you naked and wet is rewarding enough!”

“You got into trouble a lot as a child, didn’t you?”

“I did not!” he cried.

“He totally did,” Phillip said, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

Roman sighed, his hand stopping its movements on my scalp, making me whine in sadness.

“Come on, let’s get you clean.”

For some reason, the idea of going in the shower with Roman didn’t stress me out. It should have. I had only spent a few days with this alpha, and most of those days had been in a heat haze.

But in that heat haze, he had taken care of me so well, as had all of his pack. If I had more energy and didn’t feel like the world was going to topple over every time I stood up, I probably would’ve been freaking out more.

Roman turned on the shower, keeping one steadying arm on me. Once the water was warm enough, he turned to me, a devilish grin on his face.

That smile hit me in the gut. What? Roman was a very handsome alpha, and he could have his pick of any omega, and yet, he was stuck with me.

“Your face just dropped. What’s wrong?” he asked, as he knelt at my feet, carefully taking my socks off as my hands rested on his shoulders.

“I guess I feel bad that you got stuck with me because of the pregnancy.”

He looked up at me with confusion on his face. “You really believe that, don’t you? Duchess, I’m not stuck with you. I am happy to be here. I was looking for you from the day you snuck out of our pack house. Pregnancy or not, I was going to find you. I was giving it another week or two, and then I was probably going to hire a private investigator.” He balled up my socks and tossed them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

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