As we descend the staircase, the familiar scent of food drifts through the air, making my stomach grumble. "Guess I worked up an appetite again." I mumble, burning bright red with embarrassment.
"Well, it's a good thing I asked Dallas to have some lunch ready then." Tristan winks.
The sound of voices grows louder as we reach the ground floor, and I can feel the energy of the pack members going about their morning routines. Tristan and I step into the dining hall, greeted by the warm smiles and friendly chatter of some omegas. The room is alive with activity as they prepare for the lunchtime rush. The scent of fresh, home-made burgers permeates the air.
"Good morning, lovebirds!" Callie, the head omega, calls out cheerfully from the kitchen as she flips a patty expertly. Her vibrant red
