Page 14 of Knot a Chance in Hell

“He—”

“No,” she snapped at both of us as she put her hands on her hips. The fearless Omega was so little that I could breathe hard on her and knock her over, but she stared us both down. “No fighting. If you fight, I will leave.”

Shit. The look in her eyes said she wasn’t kidding. She was never leaving. Not while I was alive.

“I’m going to take a shower. You two are going to finish making dinner. One of you will cook the steaks on the grill and the other one will finish off things in the kitchen. Then we will all sit down and eat together as we talk this out.”

Talk it out? That was bullshit. “There’s nothing that needs discussing. You’re mine.”

“Did you claim her?” Ezekiel stiffened as his face reddened.

“No,” Nicolette immediately answered, her tone taking on a sharper edge. “No one has claimed me, and no one has permission to right now.” Ouch. “Kodiak, go outside and grill the steaks. You need to cool down. I’m going to my room, and the house better be intact when I get back.”

Raising her chin, she stormed off down the hall. So fiery and stubborn. Fuck, I loved it.

But I knew as well as she did that she was mine. That powerful connection between us. No way anyone else had ever felt such a thing. Ezekiel could go cuddle with his dogs.

The second Nicolette was out of sight, I turned my back to Ezekiel. He wasn’t a threat. Not on any level.

I fetched the steaks, seasoning, and spatula.

“Kodiak,” Ezekiel leaned against the counter, still rigid. “You can’t just tell her what’s what. She has to decide for herself.”

Whatever. Nicolette nearly drowned us in her slick when we touched. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I didn’t even bother to say anything to him. He’d see for himself at dinner what she wanted.

Stuffing my feet into my boots and nabbing my coat, I went outside to cook the meat. Nothing and no one was ever going to take her away from me.

CHAPTER EIGHT – Nicolette

World War III didn’t happen while I was in the shower. Surprisingly. The house was intact, the meat cooked, and the table set. Were Kodiak and Ezekiel stalking around, growling, and staring each other down? Yes, but neither of them looked like they’d thrown a punch.

Being compatible with two Alphas was the last thing I’d expected. While it happened for my friend Callista, I would have guessed the chances for such a thing happening to me would have been even more impossible. Her men were good at sharing, but Kodiak and Ezekiel? They had been ready to kill one another.Over me.

It blew my mind. What was worse was the fact they both were so amazingly hot. I couldn’t choose between the two of them. Maybe they could learn to share?

Ezekiel was there beside me as I came to the table, and he pulled out a chair for me. His smile made my stomach quiver and my thighs clench. “Here you go.” The dogs sat beside me. Atka whimpered as he eyed the food on the table. Ezekiel clicked his tongue and pointed to the living room. “Come on, you two. No begging at the table. Go lie down.”

He led the dogs away, and Kodiak swept in with a platter of mouth-watering steaks. “You get the first choice. Pick any one you want, baby.”

Damn, all I could think about was his mouth on my pussy. I bit my bottom lip and forced my gaze to the meat.The meat on the platter!“Thank you. They all look so good. I usually don’t eat too much meat, so I’ll take the smallest one there.”

Kodiak raised his brows as he used tongs to pick up the littlest steak—which was in no way tiny at all—and set it gently on my plate. “We eat a lot of meat here. Moose being the numberone type. Veggies and fruit are hard to come by, especially in the winter.”

I mostly ate fruit and veggies, but that steak looked incredible. The grill marks were perfectly charred into it and the redness of the meat seeped rich smelling juice onto the plate.

“Savva, that’s Kodiak’s dad,” Ezekiel placed a glass of red wine next to my plate and sat down on my right with his own. “Is trying to get his greenhouse going. A lot of folks around here have greenhouses to grow fruit and vegetables throughout the year.”

Kodiak put the biggest slab of moose on his plate and set the platter farthest away on the table from Ezekiel. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and took the seat on my left. “Dad won’t do it. He might fix up the building, but all his thumbs are black. He’s even killed a cactus.”

“Have more faith in Sav.” Ezekiel said nothing about the steaks and stood to stick his fork into one and flop it onto his plate.

“He’s my dad. I know him better than you,” Kodiak huffed and held out the bowl of mashed potatoes to me, refusing to look Ezekiel’s way. “Would you like some? I can scoop them for you.”

“Thank you, just a little.” I bit my tongue, not interjecting into their argument. Weren’t all three of the Alphas raised by Savva? “I love the idea of a greenhouse. Maybe I could help out. I always liked helping the gardener when I was young.”

A little scoop of potatoes was a quarter of my plate. Once those were on, Ezekiel was offering me a bowl of mixed veggies. Both of the men only looked at me. And despite how good the food looked, the tension was smothering my desire to eat anything. I picked up my wine and sipped it just as the front door swung open.

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