Page 36 of Saving the Pack's Omega

I nod before doing as he says, climbing up to one of the barstools and watching as he digs through one of the bags and pulls out a container of raspberries. He washes them under the sink before passing the entire container to me.

“How about you eat these first,” he says.

My eyes go wide. Fresh fruit? And an entire container of them?

“Thank you,” I say.

“Try to eat all of them, okay?”

All of them? I glance around at the counter, completely full of bags of food, and give him a slow nod. I guess me eating one container of fruit wouldn’t hurt.

I pop one in my mouth and can’t help but let out a groan when the sweet tartness explodes in my mouth. The seeds crunch between my teeth as I chew. I’ve never had a fresh raspberry before. The closest thing I’ve ever had was some sort of artificial berry jam. This is worlds better than that.

My eyes open when Madden’s dark chocolate scent, thick with a wave of lust hits me. It sends warmth shooting through my body, which surprises me. It cements in my brain that my reaction to Chase last night wasn’t a one-off.

I’m attracted to these alphas.

I shift nervously in my seat, worried about how Madden is going to react.

Chase reassured me that none of them will touch me without me wanting it, but will he think my peppermint scent sweetening is an invitation?

He just coughs, shuffling on his feet.

“Sorry, don’t mind me,” he says. “Please, um, continue.”

For someone so big and bulky, he looks incredibly cute when he’s acting shy.

He turns to one of the cabinets, opening it and pulling out a glass that he fills with water, setting it down in front of me.

“Here, for your meds once you’re done with the container,” he says, clearing his throat.

I continue eating the delicious raspberries, doing my best not to make any more embarrassing noises, watching as Madden starts putting things in the freezer.

There are a lot of things that look like frozen meals, like individual bowls of microwavable pasta and other dishes, along with a whole stack of frozen pizzas. He also adds a few cartons of ice cream and a few different kinds of individually wrapped ice cream bars and cones that he tucks in one of the shelves on the freezer door.

I finish the last raspberry, closing my eyes to savor the flavor, before taking a sip of water and swallowing my medication.

“I’m done,” I say, standing from the barstool.

“Here’s the trash,” Madden says, pulling out one of the shelves by the sink.

I never would have thought the trashcan would have been in a pull-out shelf.

“I always have trouble finding the trashcans in houses like these too,” Madden says, smiling down at me softly. “They always put them in the weirdest places.”

I’m glad I’m not alone in my confusion.

“I’m ready to help now,” I say.

“Awesome. So you’ve basically seen all the frozen stuff I got. I got a lot of these individual meals so whenever you get hungry, you can just feel free to grab one and pop it in the microwave. These were my favorite things in college,” he says.

I’m surprised when Madden opens the fridge to start showing me where things usually go.

“Do you usually get this much food?” I ask softly.

The fridge is a lot emptier than I thought it would be, considering four alphas are living here.

Madden glances at me and shakes his head with a small grin. “Not really, if I’m being really honest. We eat out a lot more than we should. We’re usually busy, so we don’t always have time to cook.”

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