Page 20 of Too Many Alphas

“What?”

Teyval looked at her, sighed, and muttered, “I had hoped to delay this.”

She had her hands pressed to his chest as his eyes glowed red, jaw protruded, and tusks rose while his ears got larger, and everything became broader. She heard his trousers creak in protest.

She looked at him and cupped his jaw. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

He grinned and pressed his forehead to hers. “I like you, Turtle.”

She smiled. “I can tell. I am a few inches higher than I was a few minutes ago.”

He snorted. “That has been there this whole time; I was just distracting you.”

Myrtle grinned. “And we aren’t going to break the guesthouse, now, are we?”

He grumbled, looking like a monstrous orc. “We are not.”

There was a knock at the door, and Denith got to his feet, smiling.

“Can you shrink?”

He nodded. “I can, but I like this. My nose is keener like this.”

She snorted and then looked toward the door. “Did Denith order snackies?”

“Probably.”

There was a female voice at the door, and Denith’s voice spoke softly and waved the newcomer inside. An average-sized woman carried a box in and was completely unfazed by a half-naked Denith.

Myrtle smelled desserts and darted into the kitchen. “Hi. I am Myrtle. Will you be my friend?”

The woman paused and laughed, her smile bright and definitely amused. “I get that a lot. You must be one of those Elite omegas I have been hearing about.”

“Yes, ma’am. What did you bring me?” She looked at the pastry boxes and rocked on her feet.

“Whatever was fresh and still in the cases. Oh, and I stopped to grab eight orders of ramen, all different toppings. I would eat those first.” She grinned. “Have a nice evening, Denith.”

“You, too, Regis. Oh, this is my mate. Those are our packmates.”

Regis frowned. “A set with three males?”

Myrtle shrugged. “It’s complicated but necessary.”

“Sure. Well, nice to meet you.” Regis turned to walk away, and Myrtle reached out to hug her. The moment she made contact, Myrtle noticed something different.

Regis turned to look at her. “Really?”

“Sorry. My computer isn’t available, and I am really impulsive right now.”

Regis was a little taller than Myrtle, her eyes were a silver so pale, they looked white, and her hair was bound in loops and loops of ponytails going down the back of her jacket. Two thick streaks of colour were at each temple. Dark red and gold.

Denith stared. “No fucking way.”

Regis smiled. “Eat your noodles, Myrtle. We will talk another day. In case you wondered, I provide desserts to Denith’s restaurant so he doesn’t have to employ a dessert chef. That would be my line of work.”

Teyval chuckled. “She also works with craft services. She’s just gone for now.”

Myrtle smiled. “She’s really pretty.”