Page 7 of My Omega's Gift

Or maybe instead of the cold, it was the loneliness of being away from a pack for so long. Whatever the case, I needed to push down that kind of thinking. It wasn’t going to get me anywhere other than the land of disappointment. Even if I wasn’t rogue, what kind of alpha would want an omega pregnant by another? None. It was best not to even let such notions flit through my brain.

When I came back out, Kurt was putting random food on the small table. A couple of containers of instant noodles, some canned ravioli heated up in the microwave, crusty bread and butter, a couple of apples cut up with a jar of peanut butter, some pretzels, and a candy bar.

It was the most peculiar dinner I’d ever seen.

It looked absolutely delicious.

I sat down, waiting for him to fill his plate, but he didn’t. He just watched me.

“Do you need me to go to town and get something different?” His question caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure there was a town close by, but I didn’t say anything about that, not wanting to look like I was correcting the alpha. I knew how that always ended, and it wasn’t good.

“No, this—this looks great.” I liked everything there except the candy bar. It had almonds in it, and that was not my thing. It probably wasn’t good for my baby anyway.

“Then why is your plate empty?”

“Because you’re the alpha.” Wasn’t that obvious?

“Did you…what do you mean by that?”

It took all the energy I had to meet his eyes. “You get to eat first.”

His eyes flickered wolf. “That’s not how this works. Take the food that you want. Please.” The please came out as more of an order than a request.

I nodded and grabbed some apples with a big blob of peanut butter and one of the instanoodles. I figured I’d probably go back for the ravioli later, but it had been so long since I’d had a full belly. I wasn’t sure how much I could eat, and I didn’t want to take and waste.

“Thank you for cooking.” I dipped an apple into the peanut butter and took a bite. It was freaking delicious.

He laughed. “This isn’t cooking. I poured some hot water and turned on a microwave. Trust me, you don’t want me cooking.”

“I don’t?” I was pretty sure I wanted anything this man had to offer, and that wasn’t good. I shouldn’t be this attached to the first alpha who ever treated me like I had value.

“Probably not. I can get by—ish.”

I brought the noodles to my face, inhaling the brothy steam, and took my first bite. It was heaven on my tongue. Far better than the day-old sandwiches I’d eaten what felt like days ago but was really just a few hours. Walking through that wind had really taken a lot out of me, and I was starving.

“You make a mean instanoodle. Own it.” That earned me a smile.

We ate in silence for a while. I kept my face covered, halfway through the noodles when the alpha finally took some food for himself.

He grabbed an apple and some pretzels, but he left the noodles and ravioli—likely for me. He seemed that kind of guy. He put his apple down. “Can you please not?”

I looked at him, confused. “Not what?”

Was I biting my fork? Tapping my foot? All the things I’d done that annoyed my late alpha rolled into my mind, but I didn’t think I was doing any of them.

“If you tell me what to stop, I will.” My voice sounded meek and weak, everything I swore I’d never be again. I started to correct myself, but he was already talking.

“Just take the hood down. If you’re trying to hide your face, please don’t. And if you’re cold, I’ll make a fire. But seeing you there, actively hiding in your clothes—I don’t like it.”

“I-I don’t understand.” I leaned back slightly in my chair, pulling my hood down but not wanting to stay too close to himwhile I was this exposed. “Why are you being so nice to me? You’re not even supposed to acknowledge I exist.”

“Why? Because of some stupid rules?”

I had no answer to that. It just was the way it was.

“I’m nice to you because I’m not an alphahole. And honestly, it looks like you could use someone to be nice to you.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t elaborate.

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