Asha
Max’s brothers are coming over for lunch, so I cooked. That concept is pretty unusual for Max because the omegas do all the cooking. However, I didn’t grow up in this pack and I’m not so bouge, so I cooked. Besides, cooking for Max’s brothers felt intimate and right. Max and I made some Chicken Alfredo pasta because the twins love Alfredo.
They showed up on time, which surprised Max.
“Asha, welcome to the family! You look beautiful,” Devin says.
“Technically, I’m not family yet,” I responded.
All three of them look at me with a shocked look, so I must be missing something. Did I get drunk and marry Max at some drive through wedding place?
That’s a far-fetched theory, but I don’t drink. At least, not since my ex-husband was murdered by a drunk driver.
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