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I told Greek about it, and for some reason, the thought of me stealing from the big alpha was funny to him. His burst of laughter was sweet and unrestrained, filling the room like sunshine after a storm. I wanted to be closer to him. Unableto help myself, I turned to the side and laid down across him, causing him to tense briefly before he relaxed.

I rested my head on his lap, his fingers brushing my cheek as I continued to talk. His scent enveloped me, warm and comforting, as I told him about my cousins, who I always pestered to practice martial arts with me every time I saw them. I wanted him to understand what a loving family could feel like.

I wanted him to know that I could give that to him if he let me. The sound of a vehicle pulling up outside made us both grow tense, his hand stilling against my cheek. We exchanged a look, then moved in unison, rising from the couch. We didn’t know if it was Demon returning or someone else.

Just to be safe, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and motioned for Greek to stay back. He refused, shaking his head as he moved to stand beside me.Stubborn omega. We heard movement outside. Someone was messing with the shutters. I prayed it was Demon. But if it wasn’t, I was prepared to defend my omega.

The lock clicked. The door creaked open. I raised the knife, ready to go all stabby on an intruder. Relief flooded me when Demon stepped inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. His gaze swung to mine before dropping to the knife.

“What are you doing, Little Fox?” Demon asked.

“Protecting our home,” I replied. He chuckled and my heart did a little jig in my chest.

“Put the knife down before you hurt yourself,” he told me.

One day, I’d show him just how good I was with a knife. But today, I was more interested in what he had in those bags. If this big bear had returned with a gift for me, I would probably swoon. And if he’d gotten something for Greek, well, that would probably send me to my knees, ready to suck him off.

Needless to say, gifts made me happy.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SOFIA

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I dropped the knife onto the counter, rushing to Demon with Greek at my side.

“You’re back!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my excitement.

Demon’s eyes widened briefly before he grunted, clearly overwhelmed by our excitement. I took a step back. Greek followed my lead. However, when I caught sight of some of the items in his bags, my curiosity got the better of me.

“What’s in the bags?” I asked, stepping closer again.

“Have a seat,” Demon muttered, shaking his head as he set the bags down. “I’ll show you in a minute.”

I pulled out a chair from the kitchen table.

“Not in here,” Demon told me. “In the living room.”

“You don’t want us to see what you brought?” I asked, not missing the blush that crept up his neck and face. What had our alpha brought us?

“Living room, now!” he growled.

He was really going to keep us in suspense.Bad alpha!Pouting, I returned to the couch with Greek, though our anticipation hung heavy in the air. Demon’s scent carried a hint of warmth now, mirroring the excitement that radiated fromboth of us. Whatever he’d brought, I knew it would be worth the wait.

Sitting next to Greek on the couch, I couldn’t help but feel like a kid waiting to tear into presents on Christmas morning. It wasn’t just the anticipation of whatever Demon had brought back. It was the rare warmth of sharing this moment with someone else. My gaze slid to Greek. I wondered if he’d ever celebrated a Christmas surrounded by people who actually cared about him. Something told me he hadn’t.

If we made it through this storm and everything else that loomed on the horizon, I’d make sure Greek had a real Christmas one day. Him and Demon both. A big one, with flashing holiday lights, oversized matching ugly Christmas sweaters, enough food to put us all in a food coma, and lots of gifts. Gifts for my little rabbit and my big bear.

“What do you think he brought?” Greek asked.

I smiled as I watched Greek, his excitement practically radiating off him. His omega side was peeking through, something I hadn’t seen much of from him. Other than his stunning beauty and his sweet-tasting slick, there weren’t many stereotypical omega traits about Greek. But this? This was definitely one of them. Omegas loved gifts, and Greek couldn’t tear his gaze away from the kitchen, where we could hear Demon unpacking the bags he’d brought in.

“I’m sure he’s got food and water, enough to get us through the storm,” I said, though I knew that wasn’t what had Greek practically vibrating in place. “And I think I saw a blanket in one of the bags.”

Greek’s gaze snapped to me, his scent growing sweeter, his eyes lighting up with pure joy. “I think I did, too. It was the color of your hair,” he whispered.

Why the hell did those words make my throat tighten and bring tears to my eyes? It was such a simple observation, but ithit me hard. Whether or not Demon had done it intentionally, it was thoughtful. That small gesture made me mentally thank him, even as I tried to push down the surge of emotion threatening to bubble over.

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