To Make A Delicious Omega Squeak Novels & Stories

Not many wolves would readily take in an omega. I dashed to the kitchen, careful to avoid Axel and his family. I discovered early that staying out of sight helped me avoid the family’s wrath. Breakfast was eggs and bacon, garnished with dry steak. I made sure I cooked the meal to perfection, anything less would result in a ferocious beating that would leave me gasping for breath. The aroma of the food was scintillating, and I was quite certain it would taste just as good. Unfortunately, I would not share in the meal. I only got to eat once a day. Eva, Axel’s wife, said it was a waste of food to feed an omega three times a day, so I only get to eat dinner. I was malnourished and maltreated, r

He checked out and swiped Brian's card with a smile before rushing home to get started. The omega happily spent his afternoon making enough food for an army, music playing in the background. He cooked a few asian-inspired dishes that he’d learned the previous year in a class he’d taken on modern-fusion cooking. Ray prepared so much food that he had a hard time carrying it all down to the garage when the time came to head back to the company.

“They’re special.” ‎ ‎Her fingers stiffened at first, then relaxed, and I saw her blush deepen. Her lips quivered into a shy smile that made my chest tighten. ‎ ‎“You know one funny thing?” I asked, leaning closer. ‎ ‎“No… tell me,” she replied, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. ‎ ‎“Omegas always come with a special ability,” I said, holding her gaze, my voice low and intense. ‎Her brow furrowed. “I’m confused… Can you shed more light?”

I say, hoping he’ll catch on. He looks at me for a moment before reaching out to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack members.” He says, walking into the kitchen. “Tell me, what do we have here?” He asks, pointing to some food preparation. An omega looks at me and I nod encouragingly at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted rosemary potatoes with rosemary from our garden.”

Such a feeling couldn't be fabricated. His nose glided over her hair, face, neck, chest, and clothes, seeking that scent tied to the ocean breeze, but instead, he found only licorice. In frustration, he howled, pushing her back against the door. Anger darkened her eyes as she readjusted her gown and hair. "Good to know you're in the mood to be a jerk again." Ignoring her, he took a step closer. "How do you know you're an Omega?"

"I don't want you to immobilize yourself and complain that you can't work..." Grumbling to myself. I decided to go down to the kitchen where a few other Omegas are cooking as well. One of the perks of being an Omega: You must learn how to cook— fast. Which is what I hate the most. I'm toasted. Crash! "Another?" A male Omega, probably someone's mate, glares at me, his Italian accent flaring. "You broke another plate?!" "Sorry!" I said, hurriedly picking up the pieces. "It just happens!"

But not for this food. He eyed the Omegas one by one, but all he could smell on them was fear. “What else have you made? What’s that scent? Like vanilla and something fruity,” he demanded. They didn’t lift their heads to answer him. He wondered if Jared had ordered his Omegas to never interact with him. Scowling at them, he walked around the kitchen island to stand beside them. Shadow was going crazy, in complete agreement with him. They would not be denied. “Tell me what else you made,” he growled.

I spun around and started walking because I needed to move or I was going to scream, and my feet carried me down the hall and straight into the kitchen without me even planning it. The place reeked of a warm and herby-sweet, and I scrunched my nose, already over it. The Omega maid, a tiny little thing with her hair pinned up and her head down, was standing at the counter stirring something in a pot, and she was being so careful about it. “What is that?” I asked, and I walked right up beside her because I owned every room I walked into and I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. She flinched a little and she gave me this quick little bow, and she answered, “Pregnancy supplements, Miss Margaret.”

She sucked in a long draw, a fruity cloud of smoke hiding the amusement tinging her eyes. Zoe laughed, shaking her shoulders dramatically. “He has to have eaten raw fish fresh from the dock.” “Fish is good for you, you know,” Anja mimicked Danny’s gruff voice, Zoe erupting into a fit of giggles. “Omega-3 and all that shit, ya’know. Keeps the brain ticking.” “You got the lecture too?” Zoe laughed, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I was stuck at his table for like ten minutes listening to it.”

Eloise took the opportunity to tighten her grip on him, her presence gentle yet oppressive. "I warned you, Nigel… Omegas can be dangerous if they know how to use their pheromones. It's their only weapon."