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No, Della wouldn’t laugh. She would cry like I would if I saw her behaving like this.
I was quiet before, but I was never meek like this. Or this pathetic.
My eyes return to the plate—myplate—as the alphas take their seats at the table.
It’s a lot.
I’m used to grapefruit for breakfast with a cup of hot lemon water. Or toast with cherry conserve.
Wholewheat toast, naturally. And the conserve, sugar-free.
After all the work Lawrence went through molding me into his perfect omega, he wasn’t about to throw all that away and let me become a fat omega.
My growling stomach is only too eager to remind me how long it’s been since I had a breakfast so filling.
Mom always liked eggs, bacon, and hash browns for breakfast. I always dug in, the same as Della, until Mom noticed I was putting on weight. Suddenly, those breakfasts stopped, and Mom was encouraging me toward granola and yogurt or sugar-free oatmeal instead.
Della could eat what she wanted. She had a lean, athletic body that meant it didn’t seem to matter what she ate or how much. She never put on weight. Not like me. Before Lawrence, I had curves. Not a lot, but I wasn’t lean and toned all over the way I am now. Ilikedthe way I looked before.
Mom never realized how frequently Della would share her bacon with me once she turned her back. If Mom knew, Della would have gotten grounded far more than she usually did. Not that it would have stopped her. My little sister isn’t afraid of anything. Getting into trouble never stopped her from doing what she wanted, whether it was right or wrong. Not like me. Della is fearless.
I miss her so much.
“Cher?”
I blink. Rune, Cian, and Kylian are looking at me.
It’s just breakfast, Everleigh. Stop being afraid of the goddamn world.
Crossing over to the dining table, I take a seat and pick up my knife and fork. I cut into my bacon, lift the fork to my mouth, and chew exactly ten times before I swallow.
I do the same for my eggs, sausage, pancake, and then the hash brown.
Then I put down my knife and fork and reach for the orange juice. One sip later, I return it to the tablecloth and dab my mouth with a white napkin. My stomach is still grumbling, but I’ve had plenty of time to learn how to ignore the hollow feeling.
“Would you like something else?” a female voice comes from the door, making me jump in my seat.
A dark-haired woman in her late thirties or early forties with pale blue eyes, wearing black jeans and a lilac V-neck sweater, meets my gaze. “This is the breakfast the alphas like, but I can make you something else if you’d prefer.”
“Nancy,” Cian introduces her with a nod and a small smile, “is the best housekeeper anyone could ever want or need.”
“We alphas can be demanding.” Kylian winks at me, and I flush before I turn back to Nancy and shake my head.
“This was perfect, thank you.” I smile.
In the brief silence that follows, my stomach lets out an epic rumble.
My cheeks burn, but I make no move to pick up my knife and fork. The hunger will pass.
Eventually.
“We have a business meeting today,” Rune says. “So you have the run of the house.”
I blink in surprise.
He waves his arm. “Go anywhere, do anything. There’s a pool outside if you want to swim and a garden if you want to go for a walk. I wouldn’t recommend turning on the TV, though.”
I nod. The story of Lawrence’s runaway omega will be making the rounds.
