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15. Mila

Chapter fifteen

Mila

I couldn't sleep last night with the sounds coming from down the hall.

Gryphon and Oliver went at it all night in the nest, and in the end, I had to touch myself to stop myself from imploding.

But I barely got myself off, and living with them is going to be hard.

I am aware Oliver has a heat soon, and I think it's best I move back into the shed after all.

I don't think I will be able to manage. The sounds he was making even when not in heat were enough to undo me.

I have never felt this turned on in my life. No other man has made me feel the way Oliver does, and I am dreading his heat. Truly.

At least I can busy myself with other tasks, and the first thing I am going to do is tackle that kitchen.

First, I find some yellow dishwashing gloves, then search the house for disinfectant.

The guys don't wake for hours, and it seems they are all late sleepers.

Good. I need the space to clean and focus.

It's not until noon when I hear the first set of footsteps, and I look around, spying Lachlan in the doorway.

His hair is loose, falling down to his waist.

Damn. He is one beautiful Alpha. With all the looks of an angel…

But with the eyes of a devil.

Those devilish eyes are trained on me now, and I busy myself with the dishes, hoping he doesn't see the blush on my cheeks.

There is a lot of dishes, I'm afraid.

I wonder if they have always been so messy. Or have they just been so stressed with the trials coming up to bother with cleaning?

I just hate that I am the cause of that stress, so at least I can make myself useful.

This kitchen will be spotless.

Lachlan slinks to the coffeepot. Actually slinks . He moves like the wind, and I almost yelp when he stops behind me, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

"Sleep well?"

My hand is on my chest, and my heart beats like a rabbit in distress. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I did. You?"

I am just making conversation. I did not sleep well.

"Yes." He sips his coffee, blue eyes protruding.

Seriously. Why does he keep looking at me like that? What is his deal?

Lachlan watches me put the dishes away, leaning on the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen, and I find the whole thing unnerving.

I don't know what his interests are in me, but I'm a little worried.

What would Oliver think? Would he be mad that I was stealing his Alpha's attention away?

Finally, another set of footsteps arrives, and thank God. That creepy angel was starting to freak me out.

"Fuck… what a rough night… I need some coffee…"

Barret plods to the coffee shop, and at least I'm not the only one who hardly slept.

Was Barret distracted by Oliver and Gryphon too?

The Alpha yawns, making his coffee absentmindedly. It's only when he goes to search for a spoon from the sink that he finally notices.

"Holy shit… this place is clean…"

He turns around to look at me slowly. His black eyebrows raise when he spots my yellow gloves.

Lachlan makes that strange high-pitched laugh, and what the hell does he find so funny?

"Maybe some elves snuck into the house at night and cleaned for us…"

"Or maybe our new Beta has actually proved herself useful after all," Barret replies, standing beside his blond friend.

Now they both stare at me.

Finally, I speak. "What? I like a clean space…"

Neither of them talks for a while. They just watch me in amusement.

Lachlan smiles a creepy smile. Barret smirks, showing me that lonely dimple.

His eyes are smudged with makeup, and the disheveled look really suits him.

It suits them both.

Alphas.

"Hey, if you're just going to stand there and watch me, then the least you can do is help."

Barret's smirk widens. "Not only does she clean, but she's sassy too... If you're not careful, Lachlan, she will skin you like a rabbit…"

Lachlan's eyes flash, and just when I thought he couldn't look more insane.

"Oh, I would like that very much…" Lachlan giggles, sipping his coffee.

That's it. "Put some glasses away. Now! Please…"

Manners. I have to remember my place after all.

Barret blinks, gazing around. "We have glasses?"

Is he pulling my leg?

"Yes, you do. They were in the cupboard on the left that was covered in dust. I decided to wash them in the dishwasher."

Barret pouts. "We have a dishwasher?"

Lachlan approaches a glass, beaming wildly. "I can see my face!"

Barret yanks the glass from his hand. "Give me that before you break it."

Now the three of us work in tandem as we go about reorganizing the kitchen, and soon we get it nice and clean.

Lachlan even brought in some wild bluebells from the yard, placing them in a glass vase in the middle of the table.

He shrugs. "It gives the room a feminine touch."

Barret grumbles, pulling out a chair. "I'm starving. Did you actually manage to find anything to eat?"

He looks at me.

There wasn't much in the fridge, save for a box of free-range eggs, a jug of milk that hadn't gone off, luckily, and some grated cheese.

I could always make omelets.

Again, proving myself useful.

"I'll make omelets. And then we can think about going out and doing some shopping."

Because I do not want to be eating takeout for the duration of my stay here.

I like a varied diet.

"Ooh, I do love omelets," Lachlan peeps.

Barret kicks him from under the table. "You'd eat anything if Mila made it."

Lachlan doesn't deny it. "Yeah… I bet her eggs are all buttery and fluffy…"

Fuck. How am I supposed to react to that? The best I can do is keep my back to them as I go about cracking eggs into a bowl.

My cheeks are bright red.

"What the hell is going on?"

I startle at the sound of Gryphon's voice. He hovers in the doorway, looking slightly more relaxed than he did yesterday, and I bet all that delicious sex with Oliver blew away some of the cobwebs of his mind.

Oliver's scent wafts from his clothes, and I return to my task, squeezing my thighs together.

Just keep mixing, Mila.

"What the fuck happened to this place?" he says, stepping into the kitchen.

He actually sounds disappointed.

"Mila cleaned!" Lachlan cheers. "And now she's making us omelets!"

Gryphon growls, storming toward me, and this will be good.

It seems nothing is ever good enough for this guy.

"Don't think this changes anything, Beta. Don't think I don't know your game…"

I look up, avoiding his eyes. "My game? All I did was clean your kitchen, and now I am making your pack breakfast."

He bares his teeth, and I sigh, returning to my mixture.

I don't want the eggs to stick to the pan.

"I didn't give you permission to clean. You should have come to me first."

"But you were sleeping. Was I supposed to wait until you were awake?"

I have him tongue-tied. He presses his mouth together, and his lips almost turn white.

Is he really that pissed that I cleaned his house?

I get it. I am an intruder here, and he never asked for my presence. He was forced to house me by the Beta government, but if he thinks I am going to live in a messy house during my stay here, then he has another thing coming.

And if he thinks I am going to ask for his permission every time I want to clean a dish or cook, then he can go and cry to his Mommy…

I am trained to heed my every Alpha's command, but I refuse to ask permission to breathe.

Besides, his house looks amazing. I even plan on cleaning some other rooms.

I am going beyond the call of duty here. I am trained in battle, as well as keeping my Omega safe.

But I am no housewife. I've just been taking care of my dad for so long, it has become second nature.

Barret and Lachlan watch the whole exchange amused, and they aren't helping. They're like a pair of schoolboys. So immature.

Gryphon's face is beetroot red, but I won't let him intimidate me. He is being ridiculous.

If we are all being forced to live together, then the least he can do is be more cooperative.

"Please, sit down, Gryphon, and wait until I serve you your breakfast. I make a mean omelet. Just ask my dad."

He stands his ground for a few moments longer, but I stand mine too. Something else I am trained in.

I still show respect. I don't look him directly in the eye, but I'm also assertive.

Finally, he gives in, joining the others at the table.

Lachlan snorts, but then he yelps once Gryphon whacks him across the head. Now all three Alphas wait in silence.

I've almost finished with the omelets when Oliver walks in. "My, what smells so good?"

You…

That's what I want to say.

Oliver smells even better in the morning, especially when he has been thoroughly knotted by Gryphon.

Gryphon is one lucky bastard.

I can't say the same for Oliver, though. His mate is a jackass.

Gryphon pulls Oliver onto his lap, and now he cradles him with his arms, protecting him from the world.

Mostly, he is protecting him from me.

I serve the pack their breakfast. Lachlan wastes no time, grabbing his fork as he digs in.

Gryphon yells. "No! Stop…"

Lachlan glares at him. Even Barret looks pissed, his eggs halfway to his mouth.

Oliver watches his Alpha strangely. "Gryphon? What's wrong? It's just an omelet."

Gryphon's burgundy eyes fall on me, and they're more red than brown today. "Mila should eat first."

Oh, I see. He thinks I have poisoned the eggs.

This should be good.

I take my seat at the table, grabbing my fork. I gather up some eggs, placing them into my mouth, chewing very slowly.

All four of them watch me with bated breath, and you would think they had never seen a woman eating some eggs before.

Maybe they haven't. Everyone at this table likes cock.

Oliver's pupils blossom when he watches me eat, and Lachlan drops his fork. Barret's eyes darken, and that dimpled smirk only promises dirty things.

Gryphon curls his fists, picking up on the tension. He didn't exactly think this through, did he?

Oliver doesn't even look at him. He only has eyes for me, and I look away, blushing bright red.

Several purrs sound across the table. Even Oliver makes a little sensual sound.

Thankfully, the moment is ruined by Gryphon. "Enough. It seems the eggs aren't poisoned after all. You can all eat."

Oliver, Lachlan, and Barret have lost all interest in their food now.

Their attention is only on me.

"I said, you can eat!"

They snap out of it and eat their food. Gryphon actually hand-feeds Oliver, despite the Omega's protests.

It seems he doesn't want to be fed like a baby in front of me, but it's okay.

I find it adorable.

I just wish I could be the one to hand-feed him instead, watching those plump, delectable lips closing over the prongs of the fork.

Never going to happen.

The best I can hope for is respect in this household.

That is my sole duty here now. To cook and clean as well as laying down my life.

I can't wait.

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