Their Omegas Heat

Chapter Four: Instincts

I woke up before Jaxon and Jace, wedged between them while they snored gently. I slipped out, trying my best not to wake them as I went to the bathroom and stole the sweater of Jaxon's off the floor. My skin tingled, feeling a sense of excitement and purpose.

My Wolf crawled under my skin, smelling the wild and smokey scent of our mates and I was overcome with a need that I didn't expect - I wanted to make them breakfast, to show my appreciation for their care and love.

I made my way to the door, hesitating for a moment when I realized that my injury had nearly healed, and I could walk with only a small hobble.

Jace had been right. Without my Wolf, I'd denied myself a large part of myself, to humans it was unnatural. But, I was a Werewolf, I was meant to be like this.

I made my way downstairs, determined to cook a feast.

I had no idea what Jaxon and Jace liked, opening the fridge to see an array of meats, vegetables, fruits. I spent a few minutes snooping around, using my sense of smell to find a baking cupboard filled with every home bakers dream ingredients and equipment.

I started to pile things on the centre island, letting my instincts choose what I was going to make for my mates: bacon, eggs - I found some meat chunks and a grinder to make homemade sausages, chocolates pancakes, and a fruit salad.

I found a small radio beside the stove, turning it to a random country music station and danced along while I cooked, humming along. I made all the meat first, letting them stay warm in the oven while I made pancake.

When I was done with the batter, the kitchen was a mess, with flour covering every surface, including me.

I set my first stack on the counter, my nose picking up the scent as Jaxon came down the stairs, his eyes scanning the room in confusion.

Then, his gaze landed on me, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Melody, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice husky with sleep. He trudged towards me, the gray sweatpants hanging from his carved hips and the tattoo that took up his left arm and chest stood out. It was twists and whirls of runes along his arm, meeting at his shoulder and forming into a Wolf's head.

Jace I'd noticed had similar on the right side of his chest. The rune on his cheek running along the bone in a twist of snaking symbols and dipping along his smile line like a dagger.

I shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious as I set the eggs next to the bowl of fruit.

"I wanted to make breakfast. I didn't know what you liked."

Jaxon's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "You're amazing, Melody. You know that, right?"

I blushed, feeling a sense of pride and happiness.

Then, Jaxon's expression turned light, but stern. "I know you're unaware of Lycan ways," his voice drew my full attention, my Wolf sensing the need for me to understand. He gave me a small smile. "A female mate cooking breakfast for her mate...it's a symbol of acceptance....that you're ready to be introduced to the Pack."

My heart skipped a beat as I realized the significance of my actions.

I looked across the food, the thrumming in my chest growing.

I wanted to do this. I wanted to be accepted and accept my mates.

I wanted to see the Pack town, to meet the others and see what my life held with them.

Because, I loved them.

"Well," I grabbed the tray of bacon and sausages, setting them on the bench and smiled at him. "Guess we should eat first."