Page 156 of Knot So Social

“Cara mia. Tell us.” His gaze bores into mine as his hand squeezes ever so lightly, like he can read my hidden thoughts.

I drop my gaze.

“If you want something else, just say so,” Joel says beside me.

“Yeah, I won’t be offended or anything,” Jeremy adds. “We’re still learning what you like. Should I make a sandwich instead? Or order pizza?”

I shake my head. “No, this is amazing . . . um. I was only looking for the sour cream because it goes well with potato, but this smells so delicious as it is.”

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” Jeremy says, smacking his forehead.

All three alphas get to their feet at the same time.

“Sit down,” Joel tells his brother, tugging his arm

“I’ll get it,” Alessandro volunteers, already leaving the table. Joel watches him go, an odd disappointment on his face.

“Is this it?” Alessandro holds up a tub from the refrigerator.

“Yes.”

He dives back down. “What about tomato sauce? Oh, there’s mayonnaise here?”

“Bring it all,” Joel orders. “And is there any steak seasoning there? She might like that.”

“Salt too,” Jeremy adds. “I forgot to put it out before.”

I stare at the three of them, my thoughts tumbling as much as their instructions. A bubble rises in my throat, popping with a strange gurgle somewhere between a laugh and a cry.

Three alphas swivel my way with surprise.

“You’re all crazy,” I mutter, letting my arms flop down. “Have you lost your minds?”

Jeremy leans his elbow on the table and pops his chin on his hand. “Well, what do you think?”

Alessandro carts back an armload of toppings and lines them up in front of me like trophies.

They clearly have lost their minds, but in the best of ways.

An unfamiliar tingle runs through my torso. Their care is so genuine, and serving me comes so natural for them, that it makes me realize just how skewed my ingrained perspective of how an omega should act is. The future really will be different, because these men will make it so.

My cheeks heat and I mumble, “Thank you.”

Alessandro chuckles and passes me a spoon to serve myself the sour cream. “She is just starting to realize we plan to treat her well.”

“Well?” Joel scoffs. “This is just the basics.”

He leans over and lifts my chin. “I meant it when you said you just needed to wag your finger and we’ll go running. So don’t be shy about speaking up. We’re all here because of you, little omega.”

Well shit. Now my pussy joins the other parts of me warming up under his summer heat.

“Stop talking and let her eat,” Jeremy says around a mouthful of casserole.

Everyone digs into the food, probably with no idea of the epiphany dawning inside my heart. I load several big spoonfuls of sour cream onto my food, and then dash salt on top, my chest fit to burst. I thought I had to be on my own to be able to enjoy things the way I like them.

Turns out, that’s just the basics.

Joel clears his throat. “Well, now that she’s eating, I call to order the first family meeting of the Willow’s Dog Pack—”