Nick blew out a breath. “Damn. Well, he’s got you to take care of him now, and if he’s a wandering omega, then we’ll just take and make him part of our pack. He’ll be fine now, and if he is part of my old pack, there will be others who will recognize him.”
Morgan hoped so. “I’ll check the cupboards for any food while you’re out.”
Nick nodded, already turning back to the stairs, keeping his hand on the wall as he went down. “Good idea. Don’t think I can catch
anything while out in that.”
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Chapter Four
Morgan hadn’t been expecting Nick to return to the cabin with news that there were other wild werewolves surrounding the property, but he still breathed a deep sigh of relief when the other man came back and told him they were alone.
“Find any food?” Nick asked.
“Well.” Morgan looked over at the small bounty he’d uncovered on the counter. Describing it as small was being generous.
Two cans of alphabet soup and a half a bag of Rice Krispies cereal, which was probably stale at this point.
“I haven’t gone through all the cupboards yet,” Morgan said when Nick made a face at the small amount of food. “There could be other
non-perishable’s lying around that I missed.”
“God, I hope so. I’m starving.”
Morgan was pretty hungry now, too, not to mention he had his mate upstairs, and he wanted to make certain that he got fed first.
Part of him wanted to just claim the food all for himself and make sure that Terry ate as much as he needed to, but that was his inner wolf talking. Even though he could control his transformations and was, for the most part, in perfect harmony with his wolf, there were always those times when he had to stop and think about what he’d done or wanted to do. This was one of those times when his wolf
wanted to growl possessively over the small pile of food, keeping Nick from getting any of it.
He had to tell it to shut the hell up. Morgan wanted to feed his mate, but it wasn’t fair for him to ask Nick, or even demand it of him, that he starve himself so that Terry could eat.
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“Would it be all right if I gave one of the cans to Terry, and you
and I shared the other?”
Nick nodded, and if he at all sensed the internal struggle Morgan had just had, he didn’t mention it. “That should work. And the cereal can be split into three bowls for snacking. Hopefully the storm will pass before we need to eat again.”
Considering the little that there was, that would be very soon.
Morgan wanted to let Terry sleep, but the longer he stayed out of the other man’s room, the more worried he became that he would
wake up alone and try to sneak out the window or something.
They quickly made their bowls, with Nick’s and Morgan’s being the most watered down and Terry’s being the thickest and best looking. Morgan was going to have to remember to thank the other man for being so good about this.
He nudged the door open and stepped inside. Terry was exactly where Morgan had left him, sleeping peacefully under the mountain of covers Morgan had put on him.
He stepped closer to the bed and put the bowls and spoons on the nightstand.
Terry’s nose twitched at the smell, but he didn’t open his eyes.
Morgan reached down and gently shook his shoulder, not knowing what to expect when the younger man shifted and opened his
eyes.
“Brought you some food,” Morgan said.
Terry’s eyes widened, and he sat up slowly, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed, suddenly noticing the scent.
Quick as lightning he reached out and snatched Morgan’s bowl, the one that was so watered down it would be difficult to call it food
at all.
“Wait, not that one.” Morgan reached out to take the bowl, but Terry growled at him.
The sound coming from an omega’s throat was so shocking that Morgan pulled back. Terry lunged out of bed, spilling some of the
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soup on him, and he backed himself into a corner, keeping his eyes on Morgan even as he lifted the bowl to his lips and drank down the contents, ever suspicious.
Christ, what happened to him?
When he finished drinking from the bowl, he used his fingers to pull out the little cut up potatoes and peas that he’d missed and ate those, too. Then he spotted the other bowl, the one that was supposed to be his in the first place, and he lunged for it.
Morgan had to stop him before he could reach it, and Terry released a roar that was part rage and part terror.
Goddamn. It was a good thing he’d asked Nick not to disturb them.
Morgan grabbed onto Terry’s shoulders, but the omega actually
bit him on the hand.
“Ahh!” Morgan yelled, yanking his hand back but then grabbing hold of Terry’s shoulders and all but throwing him down on the floor.
Big mistake. Terry flipped out even more, struggling and worming his body beneath Morgan’s.
Oh no, Morgan wanted to groan in shame when his body reacted. That was only going to make it worse. He had to put a stop to this,
now.
It was hard getting a good grip on the younger wolf, considering he was still partly wet with soup broth, but Morgan eventually managed to grab hold of his chin and force him to look Morgan in the
eyes.
Again, he wasn’t sure how it was done. Maybe it was just because he willed it to happen, needed Terry to be calm, that he did eventually calm down. His muscles went from being tight to going soft, and he no longer looked like he wanted to attack anyone.
Morgan’s breathing was hard as he pushed himself off of Terry’s body to lie next to
