Elle had nodded solemnly and suggested “Mr. Growly.”
Alaric had looked offended.
I had laughed until I had to sit down.
They had been amazing through the preparations. Too amazing, sometimes, in that way that made my heart ache because they were still children and yet they already understood how to love with their whole small bodies.
Owen had declared himself court taste buds.
Not taste tester.
Court taste buds.
Like in the Middle Ages, he had explained very seriously, climbing onto a kitchen stool while the omegas tried not to laugh. It was his duty to taste every single preparation to make sure it was good enough for me, because I was going to be Luna and Luna food had to be important.
He had taken his role very seriously.
By the third dessert sample, his cheeks were sticky with
