I chuckled and took my gaze away from them when Damian motioned me to sit at the mini kitchen table with two chairs.
“Beta, cook us some pasta,” Damian cut into their argument. Troy saluted the alpha and immediately obeyed him. Finn was lost for words as he glanced back and forth between the two.
“Why are you cooking for Damian? You’re such an unfair friend!” he grunted and followed Troy, who was pacing from side to side in front of the fridge to gather ingredients.
“Do they always act this way? They behave as a husband and wife when they are arguing,” I complained because their hither and thither was making me dizzy.
“They’re best buddies. Even I couldn’t get used to how they were all the time. Troy will prepare food for that moron anyway,” Damian said, looking bored at the two who di
