Greg approaches with a demand

The next morning, Greg confronted Noah outside the house. “Listen up, lover boy,” Greg growled. “I’m tired of your dead weight. You want to eat, you gotta work for it.”

Noah frowned, crossing his arms. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, no more freeloading. You and your little girlfriends are gonna start pulling your weight. And if you want me to keep sharing what I catch, you’re gonna have to pay your dues. Maybe you can share that little Asian girl with me. Hell, I’ll even fuck Olivia. Maybe you're the type of guy to enjoy that, hmm?”

Noah tensed, anger flaring in his eyes. “Fuck you, Greg. This is my fucking house, and I'm not going to let you threaten us."

Greg smirked, stepping closer. "Yeah? Then how else are you planning on feeding yourselves, huh?" His eyes glinted dangerously. "It's either that, or you learn to hunt. But until then, if I don't get my piece, you'll all fucking starve."

Noah clenched his jaw, his fists balling at his sides. "Fuck. You."

Greg's grin only grew wider at Noah's obvious frustration. He knew he had the upper hand, and he was relishing every moment of it.

“Better think of something fast, then,” Greg sneered. “Because if I don't get someone to fuck someone soon I don't think I'll have the strength to hunt anymore.”

Noah stormed back into the house, his mind racing. He couldn't let Greg have his way, not without a fight.