I give a little yip, trying to sayfood, then wander up to nudge Caius’s hand.
It’s bold, but I’m starving now. Something about making that bed has awakened my hunger.
I can’t even remember the last time I ate.
And the scents coming from upstairs are practically screaming for me to run up and taste them.
Caius runs his fingers through my fur, his touch reverent. “I think she wants to eat,” he whispers.
“She’s going to want a lot more than that,” Volt says, taking a step backward into the hallway. “But yeah. We should… we should eat.”
“Yeah,” Tieran agrees. “We really should.”
Caius chuckles, his fingers still drawing through my fur in a way that makes my wolf want to purr. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s feed you and see if you can’t shift back after.”
8
CAIUS
An Omega.
She has to be one.
She’s small, smells divine, and just started making a fucking nest in Tieran’s room out of his soiled sheets.
It would also explain her wolf’s inherent trust in us to protect her.
Omegas are drawn to Alphas, just as we’re drawn to them.
And I am absolutely fucking drawn to this little beast with her pretty white fur and intelligent brown eyes.
Her scent is a goddamn beacon as well, practically radiatingfuck mevibes all over our den.
I lead her to the dining room to find the table set for four.
Which is obviously not going to work since she’s still in wolf form.
I frown, searching for a better place to set her food down.
Volt has already sliced up the meal into bite size pieces, likely anticipating her wolfish state. That also explains why he chose these lipped plates. They’re almost like bowls, but flat on the bottom with edges.
Picking up her dish, I glance at the ground beside the table and decide that’s not going to work. She can’t eat at our feet.
Volt and Tieran seem to feel the same way as they both are searching for a better place to eat while the little wolf leans against my legs and gazes up at me wistfully.
I doubt she’s eaten much, if anything, since being shipped off to Wolfe Island.
“Let’s eat in the living area,” Tieran suggests, picking up his plate and fork. He swapped his wet jeans for a pair of sweats before coming up and seems to be quite comfortable with our little visitor now—evidenced by the small grin he gives her. “We can gather around the coffee table.”
Volt nods, grabbing his plate as well and taking it to the room before coming back for mine.
Tieran returns to grab our drinks—which leads me to ask, “Do we have a big mug?” Because our little wolf is going to need some water with this meal.
“On it,” Tieran says, already on his way back from the living area.
The female is still pressed up against my leg, probably because I promised to feed her.
I lead her into the living area where Tieran is setting down pillows to function as chairs. Then he takes the seat on the floor that gives him the best view of the room and the door, and gestures for me to sit beside him. Volt settles across from me, and the female sits next to me.
