Chapter: Eros’ POV
Eros sat back in his chair, leisurely enjoying the breakfast the Omegas had brought him. The rich aroma of eggs, honeyed pastries, and seared meats filled the air as he plucked a piece of mango from his plate, rolling it between his fingers before popping it into his mouth.
"Set a plate aside," he instructed, licking the juice from his thumb. "Coral will need it."
One of the young Omegas nodded. "Yes, sir. We’ll keep it warm."
"Put a lid on it," he added, eyes glinting with mischief. "She’s stubborn."
The Omega smiled. "Of course, Alpha." She bowed before retreating.
As he chewed, the sharp chime of the doorbell rang through the house. Right on time.
Eros leaned back, lazily stretching as the door swung open. Coral walked in, dressed in an oversized shirt that bar
