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“What should be a pack rule?” a familiar deep voice called out and inwardly, I grumbled at the interruption. Damn cousin.
“Is that chicken parm?” Bane called out as he approached with the two alphas.
“That has to be Eliza’s cooking,” Viper commented, snagging the fork from Eliza’s hand and taking a bite. “Your cooking is even better than before.”
“And you didn’t think you should tell us she was cooking for you?” Loki grumbled, giving me a side eye.
“She was cooking forme, not all ofyou,” I sniffed, then burst out laughing as my cousin leveled a glare in my direction. “No need to get all touchy, alpha.”
“So, the new pack rule is me cooking?” Eliza joked then her eyes widened when we all nodded quickly in agreement. “I’m not cooking every night.”
“We can give you sex every night if you cook like this,” Bane said seriously.
“I don’t want sex every night,” Eliza protested, dodging grabby hands to get back to the truck. “But I do have more made, let me get you three your own bowls. Don’t eat all of mine, Damien!”
“Too late!” he yelled back, not the least bit sorry as he dug in. Their appreciative groans had a grin spreading across my face. I loved seeing our girl get the recognition she deserved.
Eliza hummed while making the plates and all of us stopped joking long enough to focus on her. She was happy, really truly happy as she did a little spin in the small food truck.
I never thought I would have this in my life, an omega like Eliza giving a beta a second look wasn’t normal.
Even if I did have to share her with two overbearing alphas who somehow got a long… I’d just bide my time until our date night in a few days and then she’d be all mine.
It was going to be perfect.
Not because it was my favorite horror movie night but because it was with Eliza. It couldn’t be anything less than wonderful.
Chapter
Sixteen
Eliza
“You can do this. You’re a badass omega who knows what she wants in life and takes it. You don’t hold back anymore,” I said to my reflection in the mirror, glaring at myself like that would help bolster my confidence.
My alarm blared loud enough it stopped my pep talk and nerves had my stomach plummeting.
Today was the day.
The day I was supposed to get back on my bike and actually ride.
My besties wouldn’t let me back out of a bucket list day.
A familiar pain settled into my chest and I went to the box I still had sitting on the dresser. I pulled out the framed photo of my dad. It had gotten a bit dark around the edges from the fire but had survived somehow.
He was smiling at the camera with little me perched on the bike in front of him. His eyes crinkled around the edges and his blond hair was long and hung in wild waves around his face.
Dad had had strong features and even little me had known how handsome he was. Though he’d never tried to find another omega after Mom died, it was just me and him against the world.
He taught me to ride and he accepted my rebellious streak. He supported my and Damien’s relationship.
He would be shocked if he knew I hadn’t ridden my bike since he died. In fact, he would have crossed his arms, given me that ‘dad’ stare, and told me to get my stubborn ass on that bike.
“Fuck, I have to do it, don’t I?” I breathed out, putting the frame back in the box.
I glanced around the room that was supposed to be mine and wrinkled my nose in distaste. I’d been in Bane and Loki’s spaces so often I hadn’t put my touch on the space yet, declaring it as mine.
This was me reclaiming my life and that meant taking up space.