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The air is even worse out here. It’s all Devyn, honeyed and sweet, with the slightest hint of Ben’s linen soap scent.

Ace and I head to the entrance, and I barely register what the hostess says to us as I spot them.

She’s here.

Omega.

She’s in a white lacy dress with a pink blazer, and her curly hair is halfway up. She sits next to Ben, who smiles at me knowingly when he sees us.

Then, my Omega is out of her chair and rushing to us.

She lets out a cry of happiness, and then she’s in my arms.

The ache in my chest fades, and I can finally breathe again. I bury my nose in her neck, inhaling her rich Omega scent at the source, when lavender suddenly engulfs me.

Ace joins in our embrace, the three of us in a group hug.

All is right again.

Devyn is here.

Ace pulls her from me and chuckles in delight. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her tightly.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he mumbles into her neck. “I missed you.”

I chance a glance at Ben, who stays at the table, watching the three of us with a fond expression. He catches my stare and nods subtly at me.

He understands that we need this.

I don’t know how long Ace and I stand there, clutching Devyn to us. I lose track of time as I stand with my mate in my arms, all the crushing agony that I’ve experienced for almost two weeks finally gone.

“I missed you guys too,” she says, looking at Ace and me. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

My face hurts from smiling.

My mate is back, and I refuse to be away from her that long again.

* * *

Dinner isa chance for the three of us to start over as a pack.

It’s what we all agreed to, and Devyn is thrilled at the fact that her three packmates are getting along so well.

Now that I know what it’s like to be separated from her, I’ll do everything in my power to never let that happen again.

Ben sits next to Devyn, and Ace and I sit across from them.

Devyn won’t stop beaming. Her eyes are bright and beautiful, and her skin has a natural glow to it.

The whole time we eat, none of us stop talking.

“You know, this is our first date as a pack,” she says cheerfully, spreading butter on a slice of bread. “I think this is the perfect place for it, too. I would love to own a restaurant like this one day.”

Ace grips my thigh under the table, and I nod subtly.

She can own twenty restaurants if she wants.

I’ll make it happen.