“She’s not staying long enough for us to be privy to that private information.” James leaned over the sink, the water running, soap covering him up to his elbow.
“I put her into the spare room. She seems satisfied with the arrangement.” Leo had grabbed a bowl, squeezing lemon juice into it for a dressing.
“Shocking.” I got a glimpse of James rolling his eyes. “It’s not furnished richly, I’m surprised she even stepped foot into it.”
“You’re being unfair.” Leo pointed out. “What did her report say about her?”
“I didn’t read it.” James admitted. “But it won’t tell me anything I can’t figure out with my own eyes and a bit of sense.”
“Humm.” I hummed to myself as I continued to chop.
“What does that mean?”
“Oh nothing.” I shrugged, except it wasn’t nothing. He judged the girl, without giving her a chance to speak for herself. But I wouldn’t call him out on the bullshit he is trying to pull,he’d have to figure it out on his own. After all, it wasn’t a beta’s place to question him, as he so kindly pointed out earlier.
“If you have something to say…” James growled. “Say it.”
“And what, get told I said too much? No thank you.” I chopped down extra hard.
“Bran.” James began. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used my privilege to lessen your voice.”
I ignored him as I chopped because I didn’t have much to say upon it. We agreed long ago that though he was head of our household, we were equals, and yet the moment an omega enters, gets under his skin by merely existing in our space, he forgot our vow of equality.
“I think maybe you should get to know her.” Leo broke the tension. “She seems sweet enough.”
“You’re desperate.”
“Do you blame us?” Leo began to whisk in oil to his lemon juice and seasoning. “All I’ve had is the two of you for a good few years now and no offense, but there is just something different about a female and if the rumors are true about an omega…”
“You will not be finding out. She’s not staying.”
“We’ll see about that.” Leo laughed, ignoring how angry it made James. “Maybe you should go change. You’ve got dirt all over your clothing.”
“I will not be changing for an omega.” James growled.
“You smell too.” Leo tacked on.
“Let her gag on my stench.” James crossed his arms, looking very much like a child and not an alpha of his own unit.
“I do not hate your scent, alpha.” Sophia met our eyes quickly from the doorway, “May I enter?”
CHAPTER
FIVE
LEO
Our heads whipped in the omega's direction the moment the sweet sound of her voice floated into the kitchen. James's face reddened, probably from embarrassment at being caught acting like an ass, or maybe it was from the fact that he did indeed smell awful from being around the farm animals, but he didn't say a word.
"Why would you even ask, omega? As long as you are in these walls, you can go anywhere you please," I ignored the grunt of our alpha.
She stepped forward slowly, almost like breaching the threshold into the kitchen was a crime. "My... um, former unit forbid me from entering their kitchen."
"Why in the world would a unit do that?" Bran scoffed, disgusted at what she confessed.
She didn't answer him, only looked down at herself, and I knew, without a doubt, why they would dare do such things. Disgusting. Sure, she wasn't the average omega with a thin frail frame. But this was a farm, and there was no place for frail.
"Some men don't understand the importance of being unique," I stepped forward, taking her hand and pulling her forward into the kitchen. "I, for one, don't like my omegas like the industries advertise. Tell me, Sophia... do they make all those girls dye their hair to be the rich brown alphas desire, or... are so many omegas naturally brunettes?"
