Page 93 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Easier said than done, and yet knowing he is watching over me, knowing they all are, doesn’t feel menacing or suffocating like it once threatened to do. Now, it feels comforting. I know with these alphas around, they’ll never let anything bad happen to me. It’s a pretty comforting feeling.
I tuck back into my food and when I’m done, I glance toward Nate to compliment him on his cooking and find him sitting back in his chair, his own plate untouched, watching me.
“Aren’t you eating?” I ask him.
“I like watching you eat my food, little bird.” I smile at him and he returns it with a far dirtier one. “I made you another cake for dessert.”
“It’s awful,” Molly says. “The man may be able to make a half-decent savory dish, but when it comes to his baking …” She sticks out her tongue.
“You said omegas like sweet things,” Nate says sulkily.
“That doesn’t mean you should have doubled the amount of sugar in the cake recipe. You’ll give her diabetes.” Molly leans in toward me and whispers, “It’s all right I made a strawberry cheesecake for dessert.”
Nate scowls at her and I worry for her safety.
“I’d love to try both,” I say cheerfully, hoping to placate him.
“Or we can save the cake for later.” Nate winks at me and I try, and fail, not to blush. Something I’m sure all the alphas in the room notice. Do they know about me and Nate? Do they know about me and Connor?
I decide to change the subject away from food which somehow seems far too dangerous when Nate is around.
“What else has this training involved?”
“She’s had us building a nest.”
My omega instincts must be strengthening because that word, the picture of these alphas building a nest, together, has me practically swooning under the table.
“You … you built a nest?” They all nod, suddenly alert, like they’re honed in on my reaction to this piece of news. “All of you together?”
“All of them together,” Molly says, “and I have to say I think they did a damn good job. If my pack makes me a nest half as good as that one I will be one very happy omega.”
I listen to her transfixed, a flurry of excitement brewing in my belly.
“Do you want to see it?” Angel asks me from across the room.
And again I get the impression all six men are hanging on tenterhooks for my answer.
I feel giddy.
“Wh-wh-where is it?”
“Upstairs,” Axel says, his voice deepening.
“Here?” I say in puzzlement.
Why would they build a nest here? Is it a practice one? Did they build it for Molly after all?
“Me and Angel have moved back home,” Axel explains. “To be around Mom and, well,” he grins at the other alphas, “these assholes couldn’t live without us and followed us here.”
“More like you couldn’t live without us, dickhead,” Hardy counters, earning him a look from Molly, “’scuse my language,” he mumbles.
“You’re all living here?”
“Yes.”
“Together?”
“Yes.”
