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But a bark sounded beside me, and I dropped the fork with a clatter.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” said Alan, barging around the refrigerator door with an angry scowl on his face.
“I…nothing,” I yelled, backing away from him instantly. Even though I showed my temper to him, my twelve-year-old self was terrified deep down. Terrified of what he’d do.
“You think you’re smart, eh? Eating your mother’s cake like it’s nothing,” he growled as he pulled the cake out from the fridge, and it fell on the kitchen floor.
I looked down, watching as the cake slowly smooshed onto the floor and the bits of frosting splattered everywhere.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, but Alan was smiling.
He grabbed the plastic fork from the ground, “Eat.”
“No, it’s fine,” I said.
“You wanted a taste, didn’t you? Now you have it.”
I jerkedout of my daydream, gagging audibly at the sight of the giant cake before me.
“Take it away!” shouted Zaff, and Oscar immediately pulled it out of my vision as I sat there holding my throat. I couldn’t help the reflex after the sudden memory. The bile in my throat had risen, and I closed my eyes, breathing hard.
Calm down, Breanna.
Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted out of the chair, and my body was being pressed against one of the alphas. He was purring audibly, and I could feel his rumbles flowing through me, and my eyes were still closed.
“She’s having a panic attack,” said Zaff.
He was the one holding me.
“Breanna, it’s okay. It’s gone,” said Chad, trying to comfort me. “Oscar threw it in the trash.”
The memory was slowly fading away, and I was suddenly brought back into the present. I opened my eyes to see Ruston holding a cold, wet towel to my forehead while Zaff cradled me against his chest.
My breathing began to ease as I looked into Ruston’s eyes. He didn’t break my gaze as I tried to concentrate on him and break free from the memory.
“Baby, what’s going on?” asked Zaff, holding me tighter against him.
“I don’t like cakes very much, especially that flavor,” I said.
“I see,” he said as they all watched me silently. The house was tranquil, except for the collective sounds of our breathing.
“I had a bad memory, that’s all,” I said, deciding that they were owed an explanation. They had no way to trace who my dad was anyway. “When I was twelve, I snuck in a bite of cake, and my dad got angry with me.”
“For eating cake?” asked Zaff with contained anger.
“It was my mother’s,” I said.
“And you’re their child,” he said. “I’m sorry, continue.”
“Yeah, so,” I continued, also taken aback by how upset he was. “He threw the cake on the floor and made me eat every bite. After that, I never wanted a birthday cake in my life. And definitely not that flavor.”
“Fuck,” said Chad. “I’m so fucking sorry. I was the one who brought it to your face without thinking.”
“It’s not anyone’s fault,” I said, looking around at the alphas. They were quiet, with tense anger written all over their faces. In some way, I felt guilty for ruining the day with my sudden panic.
Tears rolled down my eyes, and my lips trembled uncontrollably.
“Breanna, don’t cry,” growled Oscar, kissing me on the forehead. Zaff rocked me on his lap, and I turned my head and cried in his chest. Zaff’s chest rumbled with purrs as I cried from my past.
