“Hey, Perce.”
“Yeah?”
“Not that I don’t appreciate the incredible amount of food, but what’s the occasion?”
Percy blushed. “Nothing at all. I was bored when I woke up this morning so I thought I might as well get some things done in the kitchen.”
Rohan wasn’t convinced, but he decided not to pursue it. Judging by Diego’s expression, it was obvious he was on the same page as Rohan.
“We should start eating,” Diego said. “I’m starving for pizza and pie.”
“I want the lasagna,” Rohan added as he reached for a plate and one of the spoons.
However, before he could grab what he needed, Percy beat him to them. He watched in bewilderment as Percy piled a plate with an enormous slice of lasagna before passing it over to him. He was also more than slightly aroused by that. Maybe some people would label him a chauvinistic alpha, but he liked it when Percy took care of him. It felt wonderful. It was as if Percy was his omega for real, and he enjoyed it when his omega did things for him.