THE ALPHA’S DEBT
It has little birds made of corn mash, tiny rabbits made of bread sleeping under tomato and egg blankets, and little mushrooms made of forest eggs.
"Wow! This is so good!" Lucas says, stuffing his face with meat. "Lanka, you have the best hands. No offense, but my brother Andrew does not deserve an omega like you! He has nothing but pack resources and good looks. I love you the most, Lanka!"
I use a cloth to wipe the grease off his chin, shaking my head. "Just eat your food, Lucas. Stop talking bad about the Alpha."
"You always choose love over your little brother," Lucas pouts, grabbing another piece of bread. "Go on, run to him."
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