Rose stood frozen in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if in a trance.

She had always seen them fighting or in their domineering Alpha roles, but watching them like this, in such a homely, intimate, and family-oriented manner, made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"They must be parasites in the intestine," she thought annoyedly, but her eyes couldn't stop watching the tattoos waving over their strong shoulders, broad backs, and narrow waists.

The way they dominated their space. Maell was making a sauce and Niall was checking the oven.

Their firm butts were clad in casual clothes.

"I didn’t know tracksuits could be so damn sexy," was her other thought, unaware that she was ogling them and nearly drooling over these two masculine men.

"I feel like the meat in the oven, I think I'm very edible today for my female," Niall spoke to his brother with a smug smile, pretending he didn't know Rose existed.

"I told you she’d like this, it’s not all about sex, we have to show her that