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Wendy glared at him, and amongst Griffith’s chuckle she crossed the room and grabbed a plate for herself. She didn’t even realize the silence had fallen again until she turned around. Fruit and a stupidly perfect omelet decorated her plate.

“Everything okay?” she asked, arching a brow. “Where are the other two?”

“Everything’s fine,” Nic spoke at the same moment Grif answered, “Still asleep.”

The way their gazes met, the way Nic’s danced away from Griffith’s… Wendy didn’t believe it for one second. It was too quiet.

“Okay,” she said, dragging out the syllables. “Griffith, is it alright if Nic and I go explore the property a bit this afternoon?”

Griffith’s gaze left her and trailed to Nic. It was a long moment before the alpha said anything. “Sure, just be sure to latch the gates behind you. I don’t have any other animals besides the chickens, but I don’t want them or Daisy to get out.”

“Understood,” Nic said. “We’ll head out after breakfast.”

“Thank you,” Wendy said quietly, and held up her mug to him in a cheers.

After he nodded, silence fell again, and her gaze flicked from alpha to beta and back.

“Nic has been great,” she told Griffith.

Nic lifted his gaze to her with an arched brow before piercing another piece of her fruit. She pulled the plate away from him with a look that said get your own. “Even from the moment I found that broken window in the bathroom.”

Nic choked on his bite and thumped at his chest to clear his windpipe while Wendy tried not to laugh.

“We both know you didn’t find it that way,” Nic argued. His face was pink, and he hid behind a sip of coffee after taking a breath.

“Oh, come on now,” she teased. “You think I would do something like that?”

“Yes,” Nic replied with no hesitation whatsoever.

Wendy pouted, but her smile won out when Nic snickered. She felt the gaze of the alpha as he glanced back and forth between them, and her chest tingled with a bit of pride.

Yep, I have an inside joke with Nic. A connection. Suck it.

They went back to their plates, and Wendy did have to admit the alpha was a pretty good cook. “This is really good, thanks for breakfast,” she commented.

The alpha nodded. “It wasn’t always this good. Luckily you needed a place to stay now and not two years ago.” He chuckled. “I burned everything.”

Wendy winced. “I don’t get along with the kitchen well, never have.”

Conversation died down, and Wendy turned to her thoughts.

In the beginning, she had hoped the alphas could look past her shortcomings when it came to being the ideal domestic omega.

She’d served her fair share of burned meals more out of spite than anything, because the only places they wanted her was either in the kitchen or the nest.

Fuckers.

“Mouse?” Nic asked, pulling her back to the present.

Blinking, she shoved the memories deep and focused on the sweet beta in front of her.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

She must have zoned out in front of them. “Yeah, I’m good.” Wendy wanted their attention off of her. “So, Griffith, what do you do all the way out here? Don’t you get bored?”

Griffith nodded. “This is the most excitement I’ve seen in a while. Usually I just tend the garden. Tidy up. Play with Daisy. If I need something that I can’t order online, I will make the rare trip into town, but it’s sometimes more of a hassle than it’s worth.”