Alpha Knows Best by Aja Foxx

Author:Aja Foxx [Foxx, Aja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic gay romance, paranormal, mpreg, shifter, aja foxx
ISBN: 9780463185346
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Fagan carefully transferred the meatballs from the cookie sheet to the pan of white sauce he was cooking. Once they were all in the pan, he turned down the heat to simmer then used a large ladle to spoon the sauce over the meatballs.

It was a simple recipe, one of his favorites. Chicken meatballs with gruyere cheese and an array of spices cooked in the oven then added to a white sauce. All of it would be poured of spinach and gruyere stuffed tortellini pasta.

He'd made his meatballs from imitation chicken and separated out some white sauce before adding the real chicken meatballs into the pan. Add in some homemade bread sticks and a nice side salad and he had a pretty good meal prepared.

At least, he hoped so. He wasn't real sure what Beck and the others liked to eat. Food had appeared in the kitchen as if by magic. Fagan had no idea who had cooked it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. It had been simple foods, but not a lot of flavor or imagination to it.

He was kind of hoping if the others tried his food, they'd let him start cooking full time. He was going out of his mind with boredom. It had been three days since the phone call with Elder Ramsey and Beck had been making a ton of phone calls, leaving Fagan on his own a lot of the time. Since he didn't really have a lot of phone calls to make—mostly because he didn't have anyone to call—he was left to his own devices.

His devices were bored out of their mind.

Once everything was cooked to his satisfaction, Fagan made sure the oven and stove top were turned off then carried the food into the dining room. He'd placed a stack of dishes and utensils on the table earlier.

Next he grabbed the breadsticks, which had been placed in a warming basket and covered with a hand towel, then the salad, and carried them both into the dining room. For an added touch, he carried some fresh shredded parmesan cheese into the dining room.

Now, to find people to eat what he'd cooked.

Fagan debated about going to find everyone, but figured that would be harder than just calling them all to food. He walked to the dining room entrance and cupped his hand around his mouth. "Foods on," he shouted. "Come get it while it's hot."

For a moment, Fagan didn't hear anything, and then a rumbling sound started. He quickly backed up out of the way as a horde of hungry shifters came running in from every direction in the house. Silence suddenly filled the air except for the heavy breathing Fagan could hear just inside the archway.

Fagan chuckled as he made his way to the chair he'd set his special bowl of food in front of and sat down. "Well, don't just stand there. I didn't cook all this up to decorate the table."

"You cooked this, Fagan?" Beck asked.

"I did."

"By yourself?"

Fagan made sure he was looking in Beck's direction when he rolled his eyes.

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