Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500 tunting for Egg

He held up his hand, three speckled eggs balanced between his fingers.

Olivia whipped around and stared at him with naked, unguarded envy.

“How does everyone else keep finding them before me…”

She muttered it under her breath and dus in with renewed, almost frantic intensity.

Felix worked the grass beside her in total silence

Then his fingers brushed something round and solid, and he went very still for a moment before carefully, slowly peeling the grass blades back.

Three pale blue-green eggs lay tucked in the hollow beneath, quiet and gleaming like three small, perfect

stones.

He lifted them out with extraordinary care and sat for a long moment simply looking at them in his open palms.

“Found some,” he said, his voice entirely level, but the corner of his mouth had curved upward in a way he clearly hadn’t intended.

Olivia scrambled over and peered at his find, and the urgency in her expression jumped several degrees.

“How is everyone finding them except me?” She attacked the grass with both hands, half-ready to overturn the entire meadow if that’s what it took.

Elizabeth laughed from nearby. “Take a breath! The eggs aren’t going anywhere.”

The words had barely landed when Olivia’s fingers struck something.

Her heart lurched. She slowed down, eased the grass apart with exaggerated, trembling delicacy, one blade at a time.

One egg. Two. Three. Four. Four eggs arranged in a tidy cluster, the largest one bigger around than her closed fist.

“I found them!” Her voice cracked clean through on the last syllable. “Four of them! I found four!”

She gathered them up with two-handed, breathless precision, two eggs cradled in each palm, and held them up to examine them from every possible angle.

The shells were faintly fuzzy with the finest down, warm to the touch, carrying the faintest, wild, earthy

scent.

“They’re beautiful,” she breathed. “Even prettier than the ones in the store.”

They were objectively just eggs, the same as any other. But she’d found them herself, with her own two hands, and that made them something else entirely.

Clara watched her and laughed, warm and helpless, before crouching down to join the search herself.

Her left arm was still unreliable, so she worked with her right hand only, sweeping the grass aside in slow,

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Chapter 500 tunting for Eggs

t-handed arcs.

A few clumps. Nothing. Alew more. Suli nothing.

A thread of restless impatience wound through her chest, and she pressed deeper into the thicker, more sheltered grass.

“Watch your step,” Elizabeth called from behind her. “Don’t crush any.”

Clara slowed her pace, bent low, eyes fixed on the ground.

The grass was dense and tall enough to block her sightline, so she relied entirely on touch, parting each clump with careful, searching fingers.

One clump. Empty. Another. Empty.

Another, and her fingers found something.

Her heartbeat skipped half a beat. She drew the grass aside, slow and steady.

Two eggs, one large, one small, the larger shell a deep and saturated blue-green, the smaller one pale as morning mist.

She lifted them with great gentleness, the big one nestled against her right palm, the little one resting in the curve of her other hand.

The shells were smooth and cool and fine-grained, with the quiet, dense solidity of polished jade.

“Got some,” she said, her voice soft and unhurried.

But the joy in it was impossible to conceal.

Olivia appeared at her elbow almost instantly, craning her neck to see.

“Look at those two! They’re completely different colors! One dark, one light!” She reached out and touched them both. “Do you think a different hen laid each one?

Elizabeth, who had apparently been listening, glanced over with an approving smile. [

“Quite possibly. Older hens tend to lay darker shells, younger ones lighter. You two have sharp eyes.”

Olivia lifted her chin with entirely unsubtle satisfaction. “Obviously. I’ve always had excellent instincts”

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