Theron's POV
Shorty and I were sitting together, sharing the fish. It was really romantic. Just then, the doorbell rang. When I opened it, I saw my cousin, Ken, standing there—the same Ken I also call Pig.
Why Pig? Because he's such a foodie. As a kid, he used to eat our portion too and then hide behind his mom.
Yeah, I was happy to see him, but Ken has this weird habit of calling us anything like "hubby" or "darling." We never mind because, well, he's just different.
When Ken sat beside Silas, I suddenly remembered something very important—how could I forget such a crucial point?
Ken likes omegas. Yeah, he's different because he only likes omegas. And Silas? He's exactly Ken's type—small and cute.
Before Silas could even shake hands with Ken, I quickly sat between them. No way was I letting Ken start flirting with Silas.