Page 208 of Stolen Omega

I did what I set out to do. Now all that’s left is to watch the dust settle.

Chapter Eighty-Three

Cameron

There’s more than enough time for everyone to clean up while the Omegas sleep. They look so cute all snuggled up next to each other in the middle of the bed. The scent of them together is enough to make my dick stretch out the front of my pants, but I’m probably going to be side-lined until their heats are sated. Luckily for me, Russ is in the same situation, and the guy is a machine.

I can’t fucking believe I’m in a pack. I always said that was my worst nightmare.

That was when I thought everyone other than Dale was an asshole.

Turns out, I might have been wrong about that.

I step out of the bedroom with Russ while Archer stops to tie his shoelaces.

Zane is standing in the hallway, one arm leaning against the far wall.

He turns his head from the staircase and looks at us with hope in his bright green eyes.

“Okay, who can cook?” Zane asks, looking from me to Russ and back again.

“Uh …” I start, not sure protein pancakes and egg-white omelettes count as cooking.

Archer steps out of the room behind us, closing the door quietly.

“Well, don’t look at me,” Russ says, shaking his head. “I only know how to call for takeout.”

Archer laughs. “I’ll make dinner. I’ve never cooked for more than two before, but I’m sure I can manage it.”

“An Alpha who can cook,” I murmur. “I’m impressed.”

“He has some serious skills,” Russ murmurs with a hint of lust in his tone.

Those two definitely got friendly in the shower this morning. Even if it wasn’t for the shiny new mark on his throat, I’d know that. Russ isn’t exactly quiet when he’s coming, and I also heard a few groans that weren’t his.

“Maybe you should help Archer,” I suggest.

“We should get started so the food’s ready when they wake up,” Archer tells him, before he takes off down the stairs.

Russ nods and follows him at a slightly less enthusiastic pace.

He might be into spending time with his Alpha, but I doubt making food is the main thing he’d like to be doing.

Zane takes his phone out of his pocket and switches it on. “We should stay close until they wake up.”

“Agreed. What’s the Wi-Fi password?” I ask, leaning against the far wall as I remove my phone from my pocket.

“It’s ZoeyDale. No spaces. Capitals for the Z and the D.”

“Not DaleZoey?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

He gives me a wry smile. “Dale always used to say ‘ladies first’. That’s why the order is what it is.”

“Sounds like Dale,” I admit, as I enter the password.

“It’s probably smart to check what’s going on in the real world,” he says.

“Yeah, we should definitely be keeping an eye on Zelena’s story.”

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