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Chase was standing on the porch that wrapped around the entire house. Lykos did not seem pleased with her coming to this territory, but Remy calmed him down by saying that she met Chase at her party, and they were pretty friendly. Lykos seemed to have taken that explanation well and got out of the car. Her father and Bryan needed to change into fresh clothes due to the tattered ones hanging off of their bodies. Chase quickly called out to someone inside his house, and a young woman came outside to stand beside him on the porch. Remy found herself growling at this person until she realized that Chase was giving her orders to fix up three rooms near his floor for them. The girl was barely eighteen, and Remy could feel no power coming from her. This meant she was an Omega and helped around the pack house. Chase lifted an eyebrow at her and gave a reassuring zap through the bond to let her know there was nothing between them, putting her jealous rage to rest before it had a chance to fester. The girl was a petite blonde and slightly shorter than Remy. She wouldn't meet Remy's eyes and bowed her head before ducking into the house to conduct her Alpha's orders.
"What the hell happened to you guys?" Chase asked her.
"We were visiting another pack, and they decided to go Old Ways on us. We managed to get out by the skin of our teeth, but now we need somewhere to lay low."
"My pack's territory is yours, so I am at your service."
Remy glanced at him and peered over her shoulder. Her father and Bryan were still by the car, but that did not mean they couldn't hear them. Lycan's hearing was too enhanced, and they needed to watch what they said while her father was around.
"I won't blow it while we're here. Whatever you need, I'm here for you." His voice was low, but she could feel his genuine concern. "And for them."
He really does care.
Remy gave him a curt nod and waited for her father to come to the door.
"Alpha Chase, it is a pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise, Alpha Lykos. Remy said you were visiting another pack, and they decided to attack?"
Lykos nodded. " It seems the old ways are clawing back into our world."
Chase rolled his eyes. "Not like we don’t have enough problems as it is. Well, like I told Remy, my pack's territory is yours. Whatever you need, just let me know." Chase looked at them and frowned. "I'm going to take a crack at it here and assume you will need some food, a hot shower, and a bed for the night?"
Lykos exaggeratedly put his finger on his nose and said, "Right on the nose, Alpha Chase. I like the way you think."
Lycos and Bryan made their way up to the rooms, following the petite blonde to whom Chase had given orders. While they were getting their showers and changing into clean clothes, Remy followed Chase into the kitchen. She was surprised to see him pulling ingredients from the fridge and cabinets and placing them on the counter. He caught her looking at him and gave her a wicked smile.
"What? Did you think I would tell an omega to do all the dirty work?"
"Little bit. Isn't that what alphas normally do?"
"Not me. I don't mind doing the cooking. My mother shared it with me, and I always enjoyed doing it. It also helps me feel a little bit more connected to the pack. It helps me care for them and soothe the alpha inside me."
It was rare to find an alpha like Chase. Many of them took the alpha role to the level of believing it meant royalty. Royalty meant everything was done for them; they didn't need to lift a finger. Those Alphas thought themselves extremely macho but were incapable of caring for themselves for the basic day-to-day. Her parents were remarkably similar to Chase. If they had the time, they would do some chores to take the load off the Omegas and give them a much-needed day off. Any time a different pack visited, it would cause some alarm to them that they would fraternize with their subordinates or stoop below the levels they thought alphas should stay. They shrugged it off and said a pack was built on a solid foundation. That foundation runs the Alpha and the Luna. If they were unwilling to pitch in to lighten the load, the pack wouldn't all be happy. The submissives were part of the pack as well. That meant they needed time to take care of themselves, too.
Chase was preparing steak sandwiches. He pulled some eggs from the carton, broke them open, and separated the yolks from the whites. He added some spices and even garlic. Remy looked at him, confused, and he laughed.
"I’m making a garlic aioli."
"That sounds fancier than it needs to be. Throw those steaks on the grill or stove for ten seconds on each side, then put them on a plate. We are Lycans. We just need the meat and would like it to bleed."
"Not here, you don't. We spice up our food. You'll love it. My garlic aioli will blow your socks off."
Among other things, I'm sure.
Chase then told stories of how he learned many culinary skills from his mother. They shared a love of cooking, and he brought those skills to this pack after he took over. Remy sat on top of the counter and watched him work while he talked. She tried to offer to help, but he shrugged her off and said that he enjoyed the kitchen too much to allow somebody else to work in it. Perhaps, one day, he would teach her some things, but right now, he just wanted to ensure he had enough food to help her father and Bryan switch back and forth from their Lycan forms. Going through that process took a lot of energy from the person. They would need the energy back for the magic well inside of them. Food is a great way to help energy restore itself.
Lykos and Bryan came down soon after Chase assembled roughly ten steak sandwiches. After Lycos took the first bite, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chase.
"What is on this?" Lykos asked. A mouthful of bread and meat muffled his voice.
Chase laughed. "My homemade garlic aioli sauce. It was one of my mother's specialties and something we have thought about packaging and selling through your stores."
Lykos forced himself to chew and swallow so he could speak again. "Well damn, please do. I could use this sauce on some of the cooking back home."
Remy looked at her father. "You said you like our cook's cooking."
"I do! Our cook is lovely, but surely even he would admit this would make a great addition to some of the dishes."
