animal inside her. The wolf would no longer be contained. Perhaps this was part of the reason why she had the physical desire to transition as of late. She’d been tempted to ask Devon about it, but had refrained. Other than what Lark had told her, she knew nothing about either of the alphas. She didn’t trust them. The less they knew about her—especially concerning her troubles—the better. She had already made the mistake of alluding to her shifting problem with Gene.
Tiny coos distracted her, and Natalia rolled over to watch Adrian slowly wake up. Tossing the covers back, Natalia stretched and climbed out of bed. She might as well get the day started.
Once she and Adrian were dressed for the day, Natalia sucked in a deep breath, and made her way outside of the room. The group of wolves—who had been chatting in the living room of the guest quarters—all stopped, turning their eyes on her. The couch squeaked as some of them shifted to catch a better glimpse of her. She clutched her son to her bosom as she made her way past the group of young men. Their eyes continued watching her as she gripped the handrail, and padded down the stairs. Natalia gritted her teeth. She knew she was not alone in the guest quarters, but she hated seeing how many wolves lived in the same area as her. It unnerved her to know that they could betray her.
The greeting in the front room was no better. Claire stopped her vacuuming, and some of the other men cast glances in her direction. Since Lark had been kind enough to bring her food, the only times Natalia ever left her room was to go for a run. But that didn’t mean they needed to gawk at her.
Resituating Adrian against her, she moved across the carpet towards the hall where Gene’s office was located.
“Natalia,” Gene said with a grin, the kitchen door swinging open. “There is fresh eggs and bacon in here if you would like some.”
Natalia swallowed nervously before heading into the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled as the smell of bacon drew closer.
“Good morning,” Sarah smiled, scooping eggs onto her fork and took a bite.
“Hi,” Emily greeted, her green eyes beaming as she looked at Adrian and then Natalia. “Would you like me to hold him while you fix a plate?”
“No, thank you. I can do it myself,” Natalia replied briskly, grabbing a plate from the counter.
“This is my brother, Preston,” Gene said, placing a hand on a younger brunette boy with similar brown eyes. He then pointed to a dark-haired man with olive skin, who was holding Emily’s hand. “This is Marcus, Emily’s mate.” Finally, he turned to a brown-haired, green-eyed man on their right, saying, “And this is Vincent, Emily’s twin brother. I thought we could have our meeting in here. Dev will be here shortly, once he makes sure the guys are secured at the bakery with Lark.”
“Speaking of, we should be going. Our shift starts at The Cookie Jar in forty-five minutes,” Sarah piped up. She shoveled one last bite into her mouth as she got up from the table. Walking hastily to the sink, she rinsed her plate and shoved it in the dishwasher before turning to Preston. “I’ll see you tonight,” she whispered, bending down to kiss him lightly on the lips.
Emily and Marcus silently excused themselves, never letting go of each other’s hands, the three said goodbye and left the kitchen. Natalia stared after the couple for a long moment before turning to the buffet before her.
Natalia scooped eggs onto her plate, scooting it along the marble counter top as she moved onto the bacon. She winced as she tried to grip the tongs. Trying to play it off that she wasn’t in pain, Natalia chewed on her lip, pretending to be intensely focused on putting bacon on her dish. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hide her weakness from the alpha.
“Allow me,” Gene insisted, easing the tongs from her hands. After he’d served her, he carried the plate to the table. He then pulled out the chair, and gestured