We hang out for the rest of the evening, resting and relaxing. I try to do some homework at some point, but don’t get very far. Sam spends the evening trying to massage Taylor’s arms and legs enough to get her circulation back to normal. It doesn’t seem to help, but she’s warm and looks more relaxed now. Alex keeps teasing them about it, but Taylor doesn’t seem to care.
Around eight pm, someone knocks on the door. I open it and immediately apologize, saying, “I’m sorry they’re here so late, I’ll have them leave soon, oh–”
Someone I don’t recognize is standing at the door. With a tray full of food.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Who are you?”
The man standing in the door bows his head and says, “hello Miss Layla, I am Devin, I’m an omega in this pack. Alfred asked me to bring you and your guests
