Page 78 of Knot my Alphas

Pushing the door open an inch, I look in, and find him in his bed. The sheets are tangled around his feet while he rests against the pillows. I’m glad to see that he’s no longer holding his right leg at that strange angle. Even the bruises on his face have faded.

Relief spreads through me. Julian is healing. I can’t wait for him to get back to his usual naughty, cheerful self.

Closing the door gently, I walk away.

The house is still and silent as I make my way to the kitchen. I instantly miss Caleb and Damon who must’ve spent the night at the headquarters once again.

A smile comes onto my lips as I enter the kitchen. Bright sunshine comes in through the clear glass windows, lighting up the whole space in a warm glow. Moving toward the fridge, I open the doors and rummage through the stuff we’ve got.

A bag of clementines immediately catches my eye.

Picking up the bag, I bring it close to my face and smell the fresh citrusy aroma. They remind me of Raiden and I suddenly want to make something with them.

I decide to make some burnt orange syrup that’d go perfectly with hot French toast. Ethan taught me the recipe for the syrup when we got a massive amount of oranges delivered to the restaurant by mistake.

Thinking of my best friend sends a pang through me.

I miss him but there’s no way I can contact him until we’ve dealt with Callahan. The asshole has taught me he’d do anything to steal me away from my mates. He’d use every weakness I have to own me and enslave me.

Ethan has his own challenges to deal with. He doesn’t need me piling my problems on him. I’d rather miss him than let any harm come to him.

Releasing a heavy breath, I gather the other ingredients I’d need to make breakfast.

The sunshine entering the kitchen gets brighter as time passes. Soon, I have a couple of toast frying in a large skillet.

The sound of approaching footsteps alerts me but I don’t bother turning around. The fragrance of oranges just got stronger the moment Raiden stepped inside the kitchen.

Coming to stand behind me, he wraps his big, powerful arms around my waist.

“Hey,” I say as a smile blossoms on my lips.

“Hey? I was prepared to have my neck karate-chopped by you,” Raiden says with a chuckle.

Turning around, I face him.

He’s wearing a casual shirt that stretches over his broad, muscular shoulders. My hands itch to push underneath the fabric to feel his bare, hard chest but I resist the temptation.

Stop being a perv, I chide myself as I hungrily sweep my gaze over his handsome face. Unlike last night, his cheeks and chin are smooth from a fresh shave.

“You’re wearing my clothes,” he says, sweeping a gaze over the shirt that looks more like a tunic on me.

“You didn’t leave me a choice,” I say with a mock frown. “You destroyed my hoodie. Remember?”

His blue eyes glint with mischief. “Yeah, I’m not sorry about that.” He suddenly leans in and captures my lips in a searing kiss.

My mind swims with pleasure as he presses his hard body against mine.

A moan escapes me as his lips hover at my neck and close over my earlobe. He sucks at the sensitive flesh, sending shivers through me.

“Stop,” I say breathlessly, pushing at his chest. “It tickles!”

He lightly nips my earlobe before pulling away. His ice-blue eyes gaze around the kitchen before falling back on me.

“I was expecting Julian to be here,” he says. “Don’t tell me he gets you to serve him breakfast in bed.”

“Of course, not,” I say, playfully punching his chest. “He comes down even if it hurts him like hell. He hates staying in his room.”

His expression falls. “His injuries will take days to heal.” His gaze turns grim as he stares at me. “You must think we’re the worst alphas in the world. There are three of us and we still fail to protect our omegas.”

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