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Heath

The smell of pancakes hit my nose first thing, followed by the scent of my alphas. Each one of them had a distinct, oaky, musk smell, but my fox must’ve been starving. He woke me up with the first whiff of breakfast.

I opened my eyes to see Archer’s sleeping face near mine. My gaze drifted down his body. He was still completely naked, only a corner of the sheet making a tent across his groin.

“Keep on looking at him like that and you’re guaranteed not to have any pancakes while they’re hot.” The bed depressed as Oren lay down behind me. He smelled like maple syrup, pancakes, and fruit. He’d been up and cooking early, it seemed. The sun had barely risen outside the window. The sounds of birds singing their morning songs entered through the window.

I chuckled. “Then I’m getting up. I’m starving.”

Oren patted my ass. “We worked up quite the appetite. Come on and eat. I have a feeling Archer needs his sleep.”

Leaning forward, I kissed the tip of Archer’s nose and he swatted at his face as though my lips were a fly. I had a feeling Archer was a bit silly when he was relaxed. He had laughed a few times while we were making love the night before while we tangled up limbs and sometimes got caught. I took it as a good sign. Mates should be able to laugh and have fun while they were having sex.

I rolled over to find Oren with his hand outstretched, waiting for me. He helped me down from the bed, and I slid down the front of his body until my feet hit the chilly wood floors of the cabin. He was ready for more as I was but instead of taking me once again, he shook his head and dragged me into the kitchen after I grabbed a pair of shorts.

“If I didn’t get you out of there, we might not ever leave. And my wolf feels the need to feed you. Can’t have you lacking in energy.”

Oren made me sit down while he talked about how I was feeling and how great it was I’d shown up in my fox form. I’d explained a little to them but not all of it.

“I still need to call a tow truck to have my bus towed here. I hate to leave it out there. Everything I own is in there.”

Oren set the table and took great care placing all the breakfast offerings in the center. He winked at me as he placed the maple syrup and butter on the table, insisting that I not move an inch from my seat or help him in any way.

“I am perfectly able to grab my own cup of coffee,” I replied after he asked how I took my caffeine.

My new alpha sighed and came over to crouch in front of me. “You are capable, but this is the honeymoon period, mate. I want to learn all these things. How you put butter and syrup on your pancakes. How you make your morning coffee. The way you eat. I’m so hungry to watch everything I can about you so I can spoil you properly. You’ve been waiting awhile for alphas, but I have been waiting a lifetime for an omega. Let me have my fun, okay?”

I nodded, stupefied by his sweet honesty.

He pulled his chair over after delivering my coffee and watched with complete awe as I mixed it up, a little coffee with my creamer. No sugar.

“Huh,” he said and like an animal, sipped on his black coffee.

One bite of Oren’s pancakes put me in absolute heaven. They were fluffy and light, slightly sweet with a tiny hint of cinnamon. When I recovered from my first-bite trance, I found Oren staring at me, and standing at the sink was Archer who hadn’t bothered donning anything but his boxers.

Thank the gods.

I hadn’t even heard him coming in, so enamored by the breakfast.

“What?” I said after swallowing, already looking forward to my next bite.

Archer lifted the cup of coffee to his smiling lips. “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered before joining us at the table.

I would learn later on that the sound of me moaning did things to them.

Them simply breathing did things to me, so we were even.

“I heard you say something about your bus,” Archer mentioned as we ate.

“Yes. I really need to get it towed and brought here, if that’s okay?”

Oren nodded. “Of course it is.”

Archer stabbed a sausage link. “There are probably a lot of logistics we need to iron out. This will be a change for all of us.”

Oren leaned back in his chair. “We’ll make it work. I inherited this place, so I own it free and clear. I intend to get some kind of job but haven’t thought about where yet. Archer, you work remotely, right?”

My alpha with the piercing eyes nodded. “I do for now. But I don’t plan to stay with my current firm long. Dining room table. On the bed. Floor. I’m good. As long as I have my laptop, I’m fine.”

“I have been living off my savings and my earnings from my YouTube videos,” I said.

They both cocked their heads. Oren placed his head over mine. “You didn’t tell us you made videos, omega. We’d love to see them.”

Shrugging one shoulder, I said, “I had enough subscribers to pay my way and save a little. I suppose a new vlog series would be good with them but only if you two don’t mind being in them.”

“Let’s get your bus back and then we’ll talk about making videos.” Oren chuckled. “We have a lot to plan.”