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"Didn't Rose mention you set food on fire multiple times when you cooked before?"
I jerk back, offended. “I mean... sort of. They were really small fires though."
Grey rubs the smile from his face. “Why don't you leave the cooking to us? We like doing it. Don't feel bad though. Enzo burns shit too. He's hopeless."
Enzo flicks Grey off. “I make a damn good sandwich, thank you very much."
Oliver laughs. “As long as you don't have to toast it. You fucked up a panini."
Enzo puffs up, getting offended right along with me. ”I got distracted!"
"He almost started a fire too,” Callan says.
Enzo crosses his arms, his pout game strong. “I think the smoke detectors you got are just overly sensitive."
Callan shakes his head, chuckling. “Dude, it was ash by the time you got back to it."
"It wasn't on fire though,” Enzo argues.
”No, the fire was over,” Callan deadpans.
I cover my mouth to keep in my laughter.
Enzo stands and sweeps his glare across his pack. ”Oh, fuck off. When Rory and I take cooking lessons and learn how to make fine cuisine, we're only making it for ourselves. None of you will be allowed to have any."
"Oh no. How awful for us." Callan is on fire today.
I didn’t realize he was this funny.
"Assholes. All of you.“ Enzo grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. "Come on, Rory. We'll go relax while they slave away if they don't want our help."
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I CHUCKLE AS ENZO HAULS me down the hall away from the others. In just moments, they've completely improved my mood. My stress and frustrations are still there, but there they've been lightened with a hopeful edge, making me somehow believe things will work out. I just need to decide what I'm going to do.
Do I leave the country, save myself, but give up the fight for other omegas? I can still write essays and such, but will it really be the same if I'm gone? Safe? Starting a new life of freedom and choices and leaving behind everyone I've spent my life fighting for?
But what's the alternative? I agree to my mother's choice in alpha? I become a breeder? I stay in the country, but spend the rest of my life in hiding?
There are no good options in front of me.
I either become a hypocrite, a breeder who never gets to hold her children, or my father.
No matter what I choose, there's no happy ending for me.
At least if I leave the country, I can continue the fight, spoiled though I may become.
"Want to talk about?" Enzo asks as he follows me inside the library.
I stop in the middle of the room and turn to face him. “Trying to decide between three shitty options sucks."
He nods. “It does. Have you made a list of pros and cons?"
I shake my head. “Not yet."
"I'm a big fan of lists, so I can help you, if you want? Callan is too. Actually he really loves them. But I’m here now, so hit me.
I shrug. “There really aren't many pros. All I can come up with are cons."
