Knot Lost by Eve Newton

They find lost things for a living. Nobody ever thought to check behind the diner counter.

I run the only diner in Ember Hollow, and I’ve fed this whole town for nine years. My rules are simple. Everybody eats, everybody’s welcome, and the cook looks after herself — no exceptions, no help wanted.
Then my suppressants come off after years of quiet, a first heat in forever rolls in like mountain weather, and the Search and Rescue crew up the ridge starts treating my counter like base camp.
Wade, the prime built like a retaining wall, who carries the whole county alone and just set a chair by my sink like he owns the argument. Jonah, the gruff medic who reads pulses instead of faces and keeps prescribing me dinner. And Theo, all sunshine and sawdust, who narrates his whole heart out loud and leaves crooked hand-carved spoons on my windowsill.
I’m supposed to keep feeding everybody and needing nobody. But I want all three.
That isn’t a problem in Ember Hollow, and my three alphas have no intention of letting me face a heat, a county hearing, or the rest of my life eating standing up at my own sink.
Turns out the cook eats first now.