Page 14 of My Ruthless Alpha

Margo put on a sheepish smile as she already started to dig in. “Thank you...”

“That’s better.”

Chuckling, I walked to the kitchen to grab my plate. “You’re very welcome.”

While the two of them started eating, and I went to dish my food out, I found myself appreciating the almost domestic quiet that seemed to surround our morning.

I was used to having chaotic and sometimes dramatic breakfasts with my brothers, but it wasn’t quite the same as experiencing them with Faye and Margo. In some strange way, it felt right, like fitting into a different kind of family setting suited me.

It was nice, and something in me didn’t want it to be a one-time thing.

More steps entering the kitchen pulled me from my quiet reverie, breaking those almost dangerous thoughts and snapping me back to reality.

“Man, that smells good—”

Miles’ voice immediately reminded me he was even there. I was so caught up in hosting Faye and Margo that I somehow forgot all about him…and how odd that scene probably looked.

Glancing over, I found him standing there, brows lifted with confusion as he glanced between the two visitors sitting at the table. They furrowed as recognition entered his features.

“Wait…Faye?”

With a somewhat abashed expression to match my own, Faye nodded. “Miles…it’s been a while.”

He blinked back at her, to Margo, then to me while he took a few more steps into the room, obviously not understanding what was happening or why they were suddenly at the house. “You don’t say…and who’s this?”

Turning a bit shy again, Margo leaned against her mother’s side while keeping her big eyes on my brother.

“That’s Faye’s daughter, Margo,” I responded, grabbing another plate before filling it with the last of the food and handing it to Miles. “Faye was having some trouble back home…so the two of them stayed here for the night, and now, we’re all having breakfast.”

Despite the awkward silence that filled the room, punctuated by Margo’s fork clinking against her plate, I did my best to navigate the situation with as small of a scene as possible. I could feel a sense of embarrassment coming from Faye despite how she tried to hide it, and I forced myself not to feel the same thing.

I had the feeling Miles might take it the wrong way and make assumptions based on our history together, and the slight smirk on his face wasted no time proving me right.

“I see…how nice of you,” he chimed, eyes on me all the while he looked smug.

“You’re welcome to join us,” I said, giving him a look that saidwatch itbefore letting go of the plate.

Miles bit his tongue and didn’t say everything that was surely on his mind, and he moved over to the table instead. “Sure thing. It seems we have some catching up to do.”

Letting go of a discreet breath, I grabbed my portion and joined them, hating the fact that he was right.

Chapter 7 - Faye

Getting a full night’s rest and having the chance to fill our stomachs was a great relief, and I couldn’t deny how grateful I felt for Beau’s help.

He didn’t have any reason to stick his neck out for us. If anything, I wouldn’t have expected him to help me or Margo, given that we didn’t have any ties to him anymore and weren’t in his pack.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t much of a surprise. He had always been more selfless than most.

Even when he and his brothers were younger, he did so much for them, often sacrificing his needs and wanting to look after them first.

After their mother passed and their dad was left to take everything on himself, he pretty much cracked under the pressure and was mentally absent. In the end, Beau shouldered the brunt of the responsibilities and did everything he could to care for them.

Luckily, Cyrus knew what was going on and helped to make sure they had a warm place to stay and enough food to eat, but other than that, Beau was responsible for the daily care. It got easier as his brothers got older, but there were times when it wore him down, and I witnessed it firsthand.

It seemed that instinct to protect and provide for his brothers never left him, and it even extended to others outside of his family…at least, as far as he knew.

Still, even with his help and the chance to catch my breath, I felt even more rattled than before, just for a different reason entirely.

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