Page 435 of Bitten By the Fae
No one interrupted.
They just allowed the moment to prosper for one beautiful second, then I resumed our path toward my grandmother’s home. It came into view beyond the trees, the door open in invitation.
All six of us entered, the room expanding to accommodate us all as we stepped inside. “Clever,” Zakkai murmured, impressed by the magic.
The table elongated as well, then several chairs appeared out of thin air. I led Aflora to one and took a seat beside her. Zakkai settled on her opposite side. Zeph, Kols, and Ella all sat across from us. Then my grandfathers took the heads of the table, leaving the chair across from Aflora available for my grandmother.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Kols said, looking at my grandfather Vadim. “But I can see the resemblance.” He glanced at me and then back at my grandfather.
We both had dark hair, ice-blue eyes, and sharp cheekbones. He also somewhat resembled my mother, but Kols wouldn’t know that, as my mother was rarely seen in public.
Grandfather Kodiak resembled a Fortune Fae with his bulkier build and alpha fangs. Although, his blue eyes weren’tslitted like a true alpha, his transition having been paused in a unique way when he’d mated with my grandmother.
“King Vadim, yes?” Kols continued.
“I prefer Vadim, no ‘King,’?” my grandfather replied, his lips twitching as he glanced at his Fortune Fae Alpha mate.
“Not happening,” Grandfather Kodiak murmured.
“Pity,” Grandfather Vadim replied.
My grandmother snorted as she set a glass of blood in front of my grandfather Vadim, then she passed an orange juice to Grandfather Kodiak. “Behave.”
“Never,” they said at the same time.
“I feel like this is my future,” Aflora murmured, blinking at the two men. “Only multiplied by two.”
My grandmother smiled at her. “A beautiful path, yes?” She reached for the blender to pour Aflora a shake, then brought it over to the table. Her blue irises landed on the rest of us, her gaze calculating. Then she went back to the blender to create more.
I magicked a straw for Aflora, sliding it into her drink before she could take a sip.Thank you,she whispered into my mind.
You’re welcome.I kissed her temple and waited for my grandmother to finish serving everything. I would have offered to help, but I knew she’d scold me for trying. She liked to entertain. This house was her domain, something both my grandfathers knew and respected, so they didn’t try to assist either.
Omegas were particular about their space.
Especially with a nest nearby.
She adorned the table with a platter of eggs, a dish of bacon, a basket of breakfast pastries, and more red-tinted shakes. Then she placed a floral fruit salad adorned with leaves in front of Aflora.
“Oh, look, mustard berries,” Zeph said conversationally.
“I believe they’re called mouseberries,” my grandmother corrected.
“See?” Aflora arched a brow. “Mouseberries.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, reaching across the table to steal one from her plate. “Delicious.”
“Liar,” she replied, grinning. “Thank you, Zen.”
“Of course, dear. I didn’t think you would enjoy the bacon.” She sat down with a flourish as my grandfather Kodiak began to assemble her plate. She might have served us all, but he would ensure she had the first helping.
We all waited as the Fortune Fae Alpha worked. He assembled a dish for Grandfather Vadim as well, then started on his own before handing the serving utensils to Zakkai.
It was a symbolic gesture, one that said he felt Zakkai was the unequivocal alpha of our circle.
Kols met my gaze with a smirk, having heard my thoughts.Don’t tell Zeph.
Not today, anyway, I agreed, momentarily entertained.But when this is all said and done? No promises.
