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I never allowed myself to dream of becoming the center of a pack. Some betas got lucky but it isn’t the norm in our society. It’s always the coveted omegas who are guaranteed a sheltered life full of their mate’s adoration and protection.
Julian comes over with a plate of sandwiches. “For you, my queen,” he says, placing the dish before me.
His shirt and fingers are messy with smears of peanut butter. It looks like he wiped his sticky hands on his shirt instead of a napkin.
“Come here,” I say, getting off my chair.
Going to the sink, I dampen a kitchen towel and come back to him.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“Taking care of you,” I say, reaching out to take his hand.
He watches me with a gentle look as I wipe his palm and fingers.
“Your hands are clean now,” I say, grinning up at him. “Let’s eat.”
I’m about to move away when he catches hold of my arm and pulls me back. His arm goes around me as he pushes me against his chest.
“Where have you been all this time?” he whispers and inhales deeply. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
A smile comes to my lips. I love it when he hugs me like this.
“Come on, you two,” Damon calls.
Parting from Julian, I glance toward him.
Damon’s set a dish of three sandwiches on the table. The smell of fried eggs and bacon is heavy in the air.
I grab three plates and head to the table.
“These smell so delicious,” I say, grabbing one of Damon’s sandwiches.
“Try them out first,” he says, watching me with intent eyes.
I pick up the massive sandwich that he’s created. Opening my mouth wide, I take a big bite.
It’s quite a job to chew through the bread, fried egg, and bacon along with slices of tomato, creamy avocado, and lettuce. I love that he’s added minimal mayonnaise and sauces to the sandwich.
“So?” Damon asks, his brows creasing. “Do you like it?”
I nod. “So good,” I moan through a mouthful.
“Mhmm,” Julian mutters, nodding his head as he munches through a big mouthful.
I push the dish toward Damon. “You’ve got to taste it too,” I say.
We’re all quiet for a while as we gorge on the sandwich.
“I should’ve eaten a couple of these peanut butter sandwiches before starting on the Damon special,” Julian says in a morose voice. “These’ll taste so bland now.”
“Nah,” I say, picking up one of Julian’s sandwiches. “Think of these as dessert.” I take a bite and close my eyes as the familiar taste of peanut butter and jelly hits my tongue. “Sweet, fruity and so creamy. This is simply a classic.”
Damon chuckles. “Only someone with a true American heart will call peanut butter sandwiches a classic.”
Making a fist, I knock over my heart and wink.
My body leans against the chair’s backrest. I’m so full and warm. Julian and Damon’s presence makes me forget all about Callahan.
