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I moved to put the cooked French toast into the oven to keep warm, when Zenith reached over me to pluck another piece of apple from the fruit salad.
Rob roared. I swore the windows would shatter with the sound.
I was in trouble.
Chapter Nine
Rob
“Fuck off, Zenith. Don’t look at him. Don’t touch him. And none of his fruit salad for you.” Marching over, I slapped the piece of apple out of his hand. “Can’t you find an omega of your own?”
He laughed, doubling over. “I knew you liked him. About time you finally admit it.”
“That is not funny. You don’t behave that way.”
Our voices must have been loud because after a few exchanges with me getting angrier and angrier and Zenith continuing to find great hilarity in the whole thing, who should come into the kitchen but Locke looking very serious. “Would you like to explain what exactly is going on here?” he asked. “I could hear you all the way down by the highway.”
Perfect. “This asshole is flirting with the new omega. He needs to keep his paws to himself,” I snarled.
“And why is that? Have you staked a claim? Mated? Marked him?”
“Well, no, none of those, at least not yet,” I muttered. “But everyone knows he’s new and he needs time to acclimate.”
“And Zenith’s flirting is getting out of hand? Are you afraid he’s confusing the omega?”
“Yeah.” I grabbed at the idea, not willing to admit to more, even to myself. “That’s my concern.”
The omega in question, who had retreated to a corner, now came storming into the center of the group. “I didn’t get saved just to be fought over like a piece of meat.”
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise,” Locke said. “Come on, Zenith. Pay up before youaccidentallyget everyone all upset here.
They’d bet on us. Bastards.
Enraged, I stomped out the back door and headed for home. Sometimes their hijinks got out of hand. Sure, Locke wasn’t technically our alpha, but he took on all the responsibilities of one and should know better than to behave this way.
Halfway to my cabin, I turned around and headed back. My bear was reminding me, as if it should be necessary, that I’d left a vulnerable omega in the kitchen with two alphas who were behaving like adolescents. The bear wasn’t having it, and neither was I.
All three were still in the kitchen when I got here, Locke and Zenith talking to Sage, apologizing, it sounded like, but too little too late, so far as I was concerned. I marched up to the three of them, tossed Sage over my shoulder, and barked, “You juvenile delinquents can take care of finishing breakfast. And drop off a plate at my door for the omega you were tormenting.”
I half expected laughter to follow me, but it did not. Only silence. Maybe they’d learned the error of their ways, but I wished they’d done it before they pulled today’s stunt.
Chapter Ten
Sage
“Explain yourself!” I shouted. The volume was so foreign to me. Even before the facility and the poking and injections, I was never one to yell. I hated yelling. If someone couldn’t make their point with a level tone and voice, then their point wasn’t that valid. Yelling should’ve been reserved for emergencies and for alphaholes who were giving you so much ice and fire treatment that your neck hurt from the whiplash.
Like right now when Rob was driving me fucking nuts.
He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought me here to this cabin. His cabin. The place was saturated with his musky, honey scent. It enveloped me, cementing me in place, no matter how pissed off I was.
Rob’s response to my outburst was pacing. Pacing and grumbling. And cursing.
“Rob!” I said, firm but no more yelling. I really did hate it.
“I’m thinking.”
I put my hands on my hips. Yes, they rescued me, and I was the new person here, but that didn’t mean I was meant to be a doormat. “Think out loud. You put me over your shoulder and brought me here. The least you could do is explain.”
