Page 94 of Talk About… Dramay

“Then no, you don’t need permission, you aren’t my child. This is our place and I want you guys to make it your own, too,” she said firmly. “It’s feeling more and more like an actual packhouse and I like it. As silly as it sounds, even having shoes in the entry and small clutter here and there makes it more homey.”

“Not silly,” I said. “I grew up in a pretty cold house, I like those touches, too. I wanted a way to appreciate this gorgeous property and have a view of the forest and mountains. We can have our coffee out here in the mornings, have late night bonfires, have parties. I want this house to be full of life.”

Now I sounded over-dramatic. Lane was rubbing off on me.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, burying her nose in my chest and breathing me in. I loved that she was obvious about it, unashamed about taking what she needed.

“I love that idea. I want the same thing.”

She had mentioned a few times how tired she was of being alone and I was going to do everything in my power to make this home a place full of family and pack and life.

She deserved to have that space.

“What can I do to help?”

I thought it over. She wasn’t the type to offer help if she didn’t want to, so I didn’t want to dismiss her.

“Maybe you could help me out with the decorating part. I’m not good at that and all my plans are the foundations and stone and things like that,” I admitted. “Visuals would especially help.”

“Oh, say less,” she said, doing a cute little dance as she pulled her phone out. “I’m great at mood boards.”

I went back to work with the scent of my sweet omega in the air, fresh rain, citrus, and saltwater, mixed with a hint of something sharp and electric, and soothed by the mountain air around us.

Lane came out and wrapped her in a blanket, sitting down as the two of them leaned closer together to whisper back and forth while I continued working.

Tate came out later with work boots on and dove right into helping me. He looked over the plans, grabbed a second shovel, and started working without complaint. He’d always been the type to face problems headfirst and loved being outdoors, so this was an easy job for him.

“Okay, she’s freezing out here and you’ve been out for hours. Come in for some lunch,” Lane called out. Tate and I started to protest until our omega narrowed her eyes.

“No arguing, alphas. I’ll make a quick soup, wrap it up, wash up, and get your asses to my kitchen,” she growled. It was cute, like a feisty kitten facing off with guard dogs, but we didn’t say that. Instead we put our tools down and followed her inside like good alphas.

Anyone who said alphas ran their packs was insane. The omega was truly the leader.

I went upstairs to change, then shower because I was disgusting, and came down to the glorious scent of fresh herbs and bread.

It was warm and soothing. I paused in the doorway, a soft smile on my face as I took in my pack.

Cameron had joined them and he was standing next to Oriana, one hand on her hip as she stirred. He was telling them a story about a kitchen cooking disaster and their laughter filled up the room.

Tate was slicing the bread that was still steaming while Lane whipped up a butter of some kind. If the remnants on the chopping board were anything to go by, that was the fresh herbs I could smell.

All we were missing was our other beta. Then the scene would be complete.

“Is this a dream? Is this pack cooking?” I teased as I walked in after Cameron finished his story. Oriana looked up at me and grinned.

“They’re fast learners,” she said with a proud smile. “Grab down some bowls, spoons, and small plates for the bread?”

“On it,” I said, brushing a kiss over her cheek as I passed.

Cameron’s phone went off and he checked it. “Roman is stuck for a bit, he asked us to save him a plate.”

Our omega dished up our food and we all sat to enjoy the creamy chicken soup she’d somehow whipped up quickly. It smelled amazing and once I dipped my bread in the broth and took a bite, I couldn’t even hide my moan.

“This is so good,” I told her.

She blushed and grinned back. “Good, you guys can do dishes.”

“Done,” we all said at once, making her laugh again. I wanted to hear that beautiful sound and earn those easy smiles for the rest of our lives.