Siren Alpha✔️ [A mmf shifter story]

Chapter Four: My People's Plight

Riley

6am. I was making breakfast. I had not been able to sleep. I kept going over my reaction to Dustin's mate. Was I really going to kiss her?

The pan sizzled and I hurriedly removed a half-burnt omelette. I sighed and poured on another one. I flipped the bacon on the other pan, and the chicken breast on the skillet. I cook when I'm stressed.

Never in all my twenty-three years had I ever found a girl attractive. Never!

Was I was attracted to her because Dustin was? Because my brain thought it would hurt less? Was that why?

"Good morning, Riles!" Dustin chirped from behind me.

"Morning, Dust. What are you so happy about?" I grumbled.

He shrugged. "I just slept really well."

I removed another omelette and poured on the last one. Shifters eat a lot. I had already made about ten omelettes. The bacon was heaping into a pile, right next to a stack of pancakes. Chicken took much longer to cook, and it had been a more of a spur of the moment thing.

"Can't believe you had to cancel on Cole yesterday. Did you call and ask for another meeting?" I kept my back to him. I couldn't bring myself to face him.

"That's the funny thing--" I saw him pick a pancake from the corner of my eye, "--he's the one that cancelled. I don't know, Riley, but I think Freya's telling the truth."

"Freya?" I asked glancing at him. He was standing at my side, leaning against the cabinet.

"The girl I run over. " He flinched at his choice of words.

I laughed. "I mean you did run her over." I removed the last omelette and switched the heat off. I focused on my other food.

He hit my arm playfully. His tone was serious as he said, "She says that they kidnapped her."

That got my attention and finally made me meet his eyes. I was overcome with the desire to protect Freya at all costs. "Kidnapped? Why?"

"Because I'm a Siren wolf."

We both jumped and stared at Freya behind us. I hadn't heard her come in, and apparently neither had Dustin. We hadn't smelled her either, but maybe that was because she had showered with Dustin's soap and body and shampoo and everything that made up Dustin's scent. And of course, she was wearing his too-big clothes; the sleeves fell past her fingers and the sweatpants pooled at her feet.

How domestic!

Her hair though was beautiful, to say the least; long, down to her waist and honey blonde with lots of springy curls. My hands itched to touch it.

Heavens! I was attracted to her.

She snorted. "You two are such omegas," she said, glancing at my hand clutched at my chest. "Does either of you have a phone?"

"Ummm...over there," I said pointing at my phone lying at the kitchen table.

She took it. "Can I make a call?"

"Sure."

She walked away.

Dustin looked at me with wide eyes. "She has light footsteps."

I smiled because it was true.

I looked away because he didn't have to be so darn cute about it.

I put the chicken onto a plate and just before I set it on the table, Freya was there grabbing it away from me. "You don't mind?" she asked--more like informed me-- while looking into my eyes. She was all confidence, and it only served to make her more attractive.