Omega

Chapter 10

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*Will's POV*

"I can't believe you burnt the hot dogs! How did you even do that? You're supposed to boil 'em!" I howled with laughter as Galen valiantly struggled against the growing cloud of smoke in the room.

"Oh shut up you!" He growled back but I wasn't scared. I knew he was joking, or at least I hoped he was.

"Make me!" I stuck out my tongue, going to wag my tail before I remembered I didn't currently have one and stopped myself. After so long in wolf form I still had trouble separating my feelings from my instincts. Galen smirked, an odd glimmer flashing in his eyes, before starting towards me. I cringed back into my chair. Had I gone too far that time. He lifted a hand to strike me and I whimpered, no longer bothering to flinch backwards. It was easier just to be punished.

"Hey, what are you doing? I told you, Will, I won't ever hurt you." Galen's voice was soft as he cupped my cheek with the hand I'd thought was about to hit me.

"Sorry." I whispered back, feeling guilty for hurting him and ruining his playful mood. Galen had been so nice to me, I almost wished he'd hit me. It was almost worse this way, treading lightly over everything and constantly looking over my shoulder. I knew it wasn't an if but a when. He was an Alpha, they always turn violent, sometimes in just the blink of an eye. Literally.

"I... want to try something." He told me, his voice almost a question but not quite. Asking for my permission maybe? Slowly, like he wanted me to see his intentions behind every movement, Galen leaned in and pressed his lips against my own. My first thought was that I was falling and floating all at the same time. Well my first coherent thought. There were a few brief moments where all I could do was lose myself in him; in the taste of his lips, the silkiness of the shorter hair at the nape of his neck, and his warm, evergreen tinged scent as it washed over me. Whimpering, I tried to get closer, but he pulled back slightly.

"This is ok?" His lips ghosted across mine as he spoke. I almost said yes, but the sick feeling came rushing back into my stomach. I couldn't do this, not yet anyway. I pulled away, unable to totally hid the cold sweat that had begun beading on my face.

"I... uh... lemme cook!" I blurted, jumping up from my place at the table and running to the refrigerator. Shutting my eyes, I tried to isolate every item in it by smell alone. Pork chops, ground beef, fresh basil... A quick search of the cabinets revealed I had everything I needed to make spaghetti and meat sauce, one of my go to dishes for Warner's pack. I could already feel my nerves settling as I fell into the familiar routine of seasoning the beef with my special blend of spices and getting the beginnings of the sauce simmering on the stove. I jumped slightly when a hand was lain on my shoulder. I'd forgotten Galen was still here.

"Anything I can do?" I backed away, wide eyed, holding up my crossed fingers as if warding away the devil.

"Back foul demon! You shan't bring death to another meal in this house." Galen looked slightly hurt and I almost relented, but then a grin broke across his face when he noticed me snickering at my own joke. It was almost easy to play with Galen, his very presence soothing enough to bring down my guard.

"You can roll that into meatballs." I gestured to the already seasoned meat. His confusion was immediately apparent as he stared dubiously at the bowl of hamburg.

"Just take a big ball in ur hands, roll it around, and drop it in the pan like this." The meatball I'd rolled dropped into the frying pan with a satisfying sizzle. Taking his own glob of beef, Galen managed to roll it into a somewhat round shape and dropped it into the pan. It landed with a less pleasing splat and he looked sheepishly at me.

"That's fine for your first try. Now do it again but roll it more in the center of your palms like this..."

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*Galen's POV*

I watched Will as he hummed while he chopped lettuce and other vegetables for fresh salad, occasionally pausing to stir the pot of sauce. This Will was almost unrecognizable as the timid boy who I'd seen for the past few days. Every now and then he'd glance at me out of the corner of his eye before resuming his humming with increased vigor. The fact that he took comfort in my presence was pleasing. Even if he wasn't ready to take it any further, just him wanting me around was enough to make me want to wag my tail like a newly turned pup. I groaned and dropped my head to the table. There's no way I'm being the girl in this relationship, despite the ridiculously whipped way I acted around him.

Will must have picked up on part of my thoughts because he began chuckling to himself. I didn't miss how the laughter seemed to send his thin body into convulsions. As a werewolf, Will should have been getting upwards of five thousand calories a day, but I knew he'd come no where close living off of garage bins and unreliable game. If I did anything right, it'd be making sure he was back to a healthy body weight for a boy of his size. Seeing as the top of Will's head tucked comfortably under my chin, unsurprisingly as I still towered over most Weres at six foot two, I'd peg him at about five foot ten. Once I got him a real check over by the pack doctor I'd know for sure just how underweight he was.

"Food's done!'' Will surprised me out of my thoughts by wriggling his way between my chest and the table, bumping the top of his head into my chin and nuzzling my neck.

"Buttering me up, ay? You poison this or something?" I couldn't see his face but judging by the increase in warmth, I guessed he was blushing five shades of red.

"No... I was, uh, just happy to see you. Or my wolf is. I dunno the difference sometimes."

"It was a joke, pup."

"I knew that... I was just, uh, making sure you knew. But you did so were all good on both of us knowing, you know?"

"Was that even English?" I mused. Will pulled his head back to glare at me. The venom in his normally timid amber eyes was refreshing, and just a little attractive. Ok, so a lot attractive, especially with the way his hair fell across them in total disarray.

"Oh just shut up and eat already." He growled before gasping and clapping his hands over his mouth.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud!" Will apologized, already cringing in wait for some form of abuse.

"Will, you can stop waiting for me to hurt you when you do something you think is wrong. I promise I will never lay a hand on you... Violently anyway." His face reddened at the double meaning and he quickly switched to dishing out the pasta and various sides. I almost felt bad for not speaking while we ate, but I couldn't get Will's cooking into my mouth fast enough. I made a mental note to tell Anna to let him in the kitchen more often. If cooking made him happy and everything turned out as brilliant as this, he could spent every waking minute in the kitchen. I made a second mental note to tell Will that once I found the time to breathe between bites.