Page 52 of Hunting Their Omega

They subtly avoided my gaze, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

Alaric walked over and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Fine. Just a bit of tension at the meeting.”

“What kind of tension?”

Bishop gave me a kiss of his own as Wynn buried his nose in my neck, nuzzling my skin until I was limp in his arms.

Wynn had been more affectionate lately. After my heat, whatever previously held him back vanished, setting him free. He was still quiet, but the silence was comforting and consistent.

A spider-like tingle crept up my spine, and when I peeked at the bond, it was carefully guarded. It wasn’t closed off but foggy, as if glass prevented me from looking inside. Sensing something amiss, my wolf growled.

Another thing they were hiding.

Another secret.

The question was, how much would I allow?

Bishop sniffed the air. Alaric wandered into the kitchen and opened the oven to inspect what was cooking.

“What do we have here?” Alaric said as a delicious smell wafted through the kitchen.

“Lamb,” Bishop said.

Before Wynn could join his unit, I placed a hand on his chest. “Are you avoiding my question?”

“Of course not.” He glanced at Alaric and Bishop before offering me a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing, love.” His cool fingers brushed my cheek in a gesture so intimate it made my wolf hum with satisfaction. “Just a few matters we need to sort out.”

I fully blamed my Omega instincts as my thoughts turned hazy. His masculine scent drove my mind to oblivion.

“You’re sure?” I asked, clinging to my suspicions.

“Everything’s taken care of,” he replied, his voice even.

“Okay,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.

I wanted to probe further and unravel the mystery they’d hidden from the bond, but I settled for finishing dinner. If they didn’t tell me on their own, I’d ask when it wasn’t so heavy on their minds.

“What’s the occasion?” Alaric asked, giving the stove a pointed look. Several pans crowded the surface, and I rushed over to ensure nothing was burning.

“I was sick of being lazy,” I confessed. “It didn’t feel right to let Bishop do all the evening meals. Plus, I like cooking, and you guys came home late.”

“It’s not lazy to let us take care of you,” Bishop said. “We like it.”

I snorted in disbelief, stirring the glaze for the lamb chops.

“It’s true. If you decided tomorrow that you didn’t want to walk, I’d carry you everywhere,” Alaric said with a laugh.

I grinned. “Good to know, but also not going to happen.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try.”

Wordlessly, the men prepped the table, placing the silverware and taking dishes from me as I readied the food for serving. I tried to shake the feeling, but distress clawed at my mind. Perhaps it was the recent bond, or maybe there were still pack members who thought of me as something to be hunted. I built walls around my emotions, not wanting my mates to feel them.

My gut churned and bubbled. It felt wrong to shut them out. But weren’t they doing the same to me? Trust was the foundation of a successful bond. Were we failing?

Did they not trust me?

I thought of the male who sneered at me and called me a breeder.

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