Ma Jane walks into them, her head lowered, "Alphas, Omega. Food is set, please come this way."
Mylo didn't wait for another second, he sauntered happily towards the dining area. He was starving.
Ma Jane gladly serves them as Omega Greta suddenly told her that she felt sick and she needed to rest.
Royce eats so much rice at once that it almost gets stuck in his throat.
He coughs gently.
Fuck his miserable life, he doesn't remember the last time he had the chance to put food in his stomach.
"When was the last time you ate, Royce?" Ryker cocks an eyebrow, "You were out killing you forgot to eat? How great."
"Out killing?" Mylo shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze set on Royce, "What does the Alpha mean?"
"That he was out killing, baby," Ryker added again, in case their mate didn't hear him. Since they have agreed on getting to know each other, Mylo should know everything they do.
"Alpha," Mylo stares at Royce, demanding the Alpha to give him an explanation.
