To Make A Delicious Omega Squeak Novels & Stories

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.

The sound echoed in the hallway and we all froze. Vera touched her cheek slowly. Her eyes changed into a blazing golden color, the sign of an omega wolf. "You little-" Emily grabbed her arm. "Vera, wait. Someone might come." Vera smiled but it wasn't a nice smile. "You're right. We should be... creative." Before I could react, Emily grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back. Vera reached into her apron and pulled out two bottles. Ketchup and mustard. "No," I said, struggling. "Don't-"

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.”

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."

Margaret replied. Sabrina's heart sank at her mother's words. Would the man come back? She worried that he might have gone to the woman in the picture. She sighed, realizing that if he did leave for good, he was incredibly weak. Did she have no right to complain about his infidelity anymore? "I'll just eat, Mom." Food was her only ally whenever she was stressed, so she quickly made her way to the kitchen. She already had an idea of what dish to cook. Actually, she had been craving for fish cooked in vinegar with plenty of garlic and a bit spicy.