Page 100 of Knot my Alphas

A grim expression comes over her. “It’s rare to have two omegas in a pack. Problems between them could easily disrupt the balance in a pack.”

“It’s not like that for us,” I say indignantly. “I love Julian!”

“It’s hard to believe you,” she says. “He’s always been a sulky child. Gerald and I needed a lot of time to make him trust us. He’s prickly to strangers and hates intruders in the house. I find it very hard to believe he accepted you so quickly.”

“You make him sound like a cat,” I say with a sudden snort.

An amused chuckle escapes her. “That’s exactly how he is!”

“Believe me, Caroline,” I say in my sincerest voice. “Julian has been the kindest to me. He protected me since the moment we met. He’s the reason I could go through the darkest phase in my life without breaking down. I truly love him.”

Caroline moves closer and wraps her arms around me. “Thank you, Iris. You have no idea how worried I have been about everyone. It’s bad enough with the threats our pack is facing. I don’t want conflicts arising within the pack.”

“I’ll never be a reason behind a conflict,” I say as a painful choke grips my throat. “I’d never do anything to hurt Julian. He’s my sunshine.”

Caroline steps away and looks closely at me. “Is he your favorite?”

I nod. “I know I’m not supposed to have a favorite but yeah...if you ask me to choose, it’d be him.”

“You’re a very strange omega,” she says. “Ignoring three hulking alphas and choosing a weaker omega.”

A wry chuckle escapes me. “You’re not the first person to say that about me.”

“Caleb has always been the favorite among girls,” she says in a low, conspiratorial tone. “Raiden’s the prettiest of my boys but he’s too awkward and shy around them.”

“What about Damon?”

“He’s been so devoted to Julian I thought he didn’t care for girls.” An amused grin comes over her lips. “Maybe he was just waiting to meet you.”

Warmth spreads through me at her words.

Caroline moves toward the stove and pokes at the potatoes with a knife.

“Do you have any other worries about me?” I ask.

She turns around and comes forward. Taking my hand in hers, she squeezes them. “You’re an odd omega but you’re perfect for my sons.”

I grin. “Thanks.”

“Now, go get the pasta ready,” she says, giving me a light shove. “The sauce will be ready soon.”

That’s when I notice the gently bubbling mushroom sauce over the stove.

I stare at Caroline, wondering if she’s a witch or a fae. She’s the fastest cook I’ve seen in my life.

I get on with the pasta while she starts tackling the pineapple.

A comfortable lull falls over us as we spend the next couple of hours finishing up the elaborate dishes she’s planned for our dinner.

“Where are you going with that?” Caroline asks as I pick up a tray of roasted potatoes.

“To the table,” I reply. “Wait, do you still want to add more seasoning over them?”

She shakes her head. “The kitchen’s too small to fit us all in,” she says, wiping her hands on her apron. “Grab a cart from the pantry and help me wheel the dishes to the family dining room.”

“Got it!”

I walk to the pantry which is located in a slightly smaller room adjacent to the kitchen. The space is filled with wooden shelves containing everyday stuff like flour and salt along with cans of fruit, tomatoes, and soups.

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