I can never have them as men without having them as my Alphas, and if we do what my mind just came up with... I won’t be able to look at them as my men ever again, only as my Alphas...
Which I refuse.
I have no idea what time it is when I wake up, just that I’m hungry. I roll over, only to remember where I am and how we got here. Great... I’m locked in a house with four Alphas and I have no idea where we are, and I have no idea how to get away. I can’t even escape from them.
Yeah. That soured my mood quickly.
Groaning, I get out of the bed and walk over to my bag, reaching in and grabbing my bottles of shampoo and body wash. They’re all specifically designed to hide my Omega scent from any shifters.
Then I grab a new pair of undies, a lot less sexy this time, since I’m not going to dress up for the guys anymore. They can get ‘weekend Cyra’ now, after all the crap that has happened because of them, they can learn to live with ‘weekend Cyra’.
I make quick work of the shower, not wanting to linger because I really need to eat something. I’m getting more and more grumpy the longer I’m in the shower, a combination of hunger and frustration about our situation.
I’ve got no idea what my parents are up to. I have no idea what people are saying about us, about me. I have no control over anything in my life. I can’t leave this place even if I wanted to. I can’t go anywhere without one or more of the guys around. And all that is definitely not helping my mood. No. I’m going to look for answers and then I’m going to have to set some rules with the guys, or all of this is going to go really wrong really fast.
The hallway to the rest of the house is quiet, and I have no idea if anyone else is actually awake right now. Spence said something about breakfast being delivered in the morning, so there should be something to eat in the house, if the guys haven’t eaten it yet...
From the hallway, I walk straight into the living room, which is deadly quiet. There are a couple of couches facing a large TV and fireplace. The place is covered in plush rugs and blankets and when I run my hands over one of them I shiver. Oh, these are super soft. Once I’ve had something to eat, I’m going to steal one of these to my room and I won’t come out from under it for the rest of the day, my own fluffy cocoon. That sounds like a great plan.
The kitchen is to the front of the house, no real walls between it and the living room, but it’s a little closed off with the use of counters that also function as low walls and there are stools all along the outside of the counters.
In the middle of the kitchen area is a massive table and it’s currently covered in all sorts of breakfast food. I spot croissants, hard buns, strawberries, orange juice, all good things. Anything a girl could want on a Sunday morning. And this time I don’t even have to prepare any of it myself. Okay, a small win in an otherwise crappy situation.
I find plates and cutlery on the counter and also a tray. I put a plate on a tray and load it with bread and croissants and little cute packets of jam. Then I hunt for a bowl, which I fill with a good portion of the strawberries. The guys will have to learn that they’re not going to get any special treatment from me. First come, first served, especially when it comes to food. Finally, I pour a glass of orange juice. Almost done.
When I turn to the coffee machine, I notice that it’s already on and the pot is half full. I narrow my eyes. How long has that been there? Did the guys make this when we arrived this morning, in which case... Ick. Or did someone just make this, in which case... Someone else is already awake. Fuck.
A voice from behind makes me jump. “Morning.” I spin around and Max saunters in, only wearing his slacks from last night.
Which makes sense, since none of the guys took any extra clothes with them. He looks freshly showered and I follow a drop of water sliding down his chest, down his abs, right to the top of his slacks. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going commando under there...
“Cyra?” Max sounds amused now and I quickly look to his face. Fuck, he caught me checking him out.
“Morning,” I mumble, my cheeks on fire, and I go over to my tray. I should leave, I should really leave.
“The coffee is fresh. I made it before taking a shower. In case you were wondering.” His voice is so calm, while my heart is beating like crazy and I’m wondering if he can hear it, it’s that loud.
“Yeah. Thanks. Good to know.” My voice is hoarse and I turn back to the coffee machine, but I’m at a total loss over what I was doing.
Max looks good in regular clothes, he looks better in a suit, but under all that... Hell... I’m going to have to put on a clean pair of panties once I manage to sneak my breakfast back to my room... His chest is broad, well-defined, and there’s a light trail going from this bellybutton to the top of his slacks... He looks lickable.
I’m so lost in thought that I startle when Max suddenly appears at my back, reaching both his arms around me as he pours a cup of coffee. It’s like he’s embracing me, but not quite. His hard body is hot against my back and I feel his hard cock push
