Page 39 of Claimed By the Alpha Wolves

Everyone claps, and then he continues, “Today, one omega will be partnered up with multiple alphas, and you’ll be decorating a cake that will be served for dessert tonight. How does that sound?”

There’s cheering and excitement, but all I can think is,Please don’t pair me up with Kurt.

The omegas are all given numbers that correspond with numbers on the tables, and we settle ourselves into chairs, while numbers are handed out to the alphas. Addilyn is at a table across the room from me, but she gives me a comforting look that eases my tension, if only by a little. Then the alphas are told to go find their tables, and they head out, looking like wolves on the prowl.

“Hi,” a man says, stopping beside my table.

He’s got red hair, a bushy beard, a large chest, and dark blue eyes that watch me carefully, as if evaluating me. Just his presence makes me uneasy. Because he’s big. Because he’s an alpha.

“I’m Robin,” he introduces himself.

“Faye,” I tell him, but my name comes out a whisper.

He seats himself next to me, but he’s only there for a minute before another man arrives. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and the rigid energy of an accountant who has some serious numbers to crunch.

The new man adjusts his glasses, gives me a nervous look, and says, “I’m Phillip. I guess I’ll be decorating a cake with you tonight.”

He takes the seat next to me. “So, do you–?”

His words are cut off by a third man who approaches, one with long black hair and a charming smile. “I’m Jace. You, lovely lady, are?”

I swallow around the lump in my throat. “Faye.”

“Beautiful name.”

“Uh, thank you.”

He puts his hands on the back of Phillip’s chair. “Mind if I take this seat?”

Phillip’s eyes flash with anger, but his gaze runs over the much larger man, and he slides down to the next seat, allowing Jace to take his place.

Feeling gazes on me, I turn and realize that Cayson is at a table next to me, and Ezra is at the table on the other side of me. They both have omegas seated near them, but they’re not looking at the women. They’re looking at me, which is strange.

Why are they looking at me?

“Should we get started?” Robin asks.

I nod, not sure what to say.

“What color should we make it?”

Jace answers Robin. “How about the same lovely shade as her hazel eyes?”

Phillip studies the cake. “I think that color would be pretty hard to get right. I say we either try green or blue.”

Jace rolls his eyes and hands me a big tube of blue frosting. “Why don’t you start?”

I take the tube and stare at the cake, having no idea how to do this.

“You look good holding that,” Jace tells me, raising and lowering his brows like he just said something clever.

Unable to help myself, I pull in his scent. It’s something spicy and altogether unpleasant, just like the man in front of me. I’ve never spent a lot of time around men, so I can’t decide if it’s strange that I like Cayson’s and Ezra’s scents or strange that I don’t like the scents of the other men.

“Do you want help?” Robin asks.

Grateful, I hand him the frosting tube. “Have you done this before?”

He nods. “I’ve spent a lot of time baking with my grandmother. She’s an excellent cook and has taught me everything she knows.”

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