031: Fondness

Gwen waddled around the kitchen, assisting Luna Yaletha with cooking for the millionth time. One might think why she kept coming back when there was plenty of work to be done, work that most scamper away from, like those omegas who would incline toward withstanding those gehennas routine with Onyx than help in the kitchen. They seem to shirk they were still Omegas as much as they try to thwart and control it. It was their nature to submit. Gwen would have thought an Omega couldn't defy an Alpha till she met Onyx and got flabbergasted.

Gwen beamed to herself, thinking of the hardcore Omega.

"Gwen,"

The she-wolf hoisted her head at the sound of her name, her smile magnifying and her hazel eyes radiating at the sight of Syrin striding into the kitchen with an empty glass.

"Syrin!" She clamored, a bit too jovially.

Syrin grinned, approaching the she-wolf standing at the other side of the kitchen island, mixing a large bowl of flour. "Perhaps it's destiny, we keep returning to each other