confusion. Anastasia had to stifle the urge to laugh. How were they so similar yet so different? "Yeah." "I am Lionel but call me Leo," said the leader, "I am the elder, that is my brother L

sh out after a few baths and made me smell a little odd so I just kept hiding inside." "You are never going to need to hide from now on," Logan brushed her hair out of her face, "so pretty." "Pure whites are oddities that's why they are very rare. They are born only when the moon blesses the child" Leo started narrating. It was clear who the scholar was. "Your fertility rates are very high and you produce healthy pups. You will age slowly, so your beauty will last. You also have the power to heal not just your mates but anyone with your tears or saliva. Even your slick has medicinal properties. Very tasty." Anastasia pondered on all this, she didn't know half of that. Leo carried on."Your hair is rare too, clearly. Every lock is priceless darling, you should grow it out and let it shine." Anastasia nodded eagerly at that. She had always wanted long hair like the other omegas around her. Now she finally had the chance to do just that. It was at that moment that her stomach started to growl. She hid her face in her hands in embarrassment as two identical chuckles resounded above her. "I'll go get some food. Logan, be gentle," Leo exited the room, leaving Anastasia with the other alpha. Logan stood up and lifted Anastasia up into his arms and across the room. She squealed at the action, never being manhandled like this so often. She was gently placed on a seat in the small dining area of the quarters. Food was brought out alongside Leo as both alphas sat next to her. Anastasia peered at the different meals curiously. Her pack tended to eat simpler dishes, these were more rich and vibrant. "Eat, my sun. We want you to be healthy," Leo murmured calmly directly into her ear, so she did just that. She didn't speak to the alphas for the duration of the meal, choosing to explore the different foods instead. From the way they were glancing at each other, they were having their own silent conversation. "Time to bathe," Logan's rough voice filtered through her ears as he rested back against the chair. "I had one yesterday though," she argued quietly, still uncertain around the alphas. She didn't know how to properly act around them, in her old pack omegas could never defy an alpha. "You need to freshen up though, today was hot, and you can bath everyday here keeps your scent Fresh" and she was being lifted up and moved around. She would usually kick and make a fuss about being handled like that but she liked the feeling. It didn't seem malicious, it was caring more than anything. The way she was being touched was so gentle. Anastasia nodded and she let herself be carried by Logan