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“You’re as beautiful as Nate said you were,” he says once Omar’s decided he’s done with me.

“Thank you.”

I pat myself on the back for handling this first introduction well until the other omega reaches out for the guys. My low growl rumbles between us, body shifting to block his path. My pack steps back as one and someone snakes an arm around my waist, hauling me into their clutch. They blatantly rub their face over my hair and shoulder, and I nearly fall out of my shoes when I realize it’s Connor.

I expect Omar to be upset, but he just smiles, wrangling me back into some sort of rocking hug. He really is touchy. I kind of like it. “Oh my god, you’re so cute! I remember feeling that territorial before we bonded.”

He looks at his alpha like they’re still in the honeymoon stages of their relationship, and my chest clenches.

“Uh, thank you?” I’m laughing again, carefully patting his back until he releases me.

“You going to introduce the rest of us, D, or should we get popcorn for the show?” A beautiful woman asks, yelping when Mama smacks her arm.

“Grown or not, you’ll mind your manners tonight, Marisol. I know I taught you better than that. The rest of you, let them in the house.”

“Yes, Mama,” they all chorus, with Omar yanking me out of my shoesandmy alphas’ arms.

Someone’s on my heels, but Mama’s voice comes fast and hard when he’s a step from the living room. “You better take your shoes off before you walk on my carpet, Connor Morgan.”

“Sorry.” His eyes flash to mine, body vibrating with the urge to make sure I’m okay. He strips out of the shoes as fast as possible, beelining for me. Meanwhile, Nate struggles to toe off his cleanest work boots.

“Just put the box down and do it,” Dez says, slipping out of his shoes easily, handing the bags off to his brother.

“No. I’m fine.”

Rolling his eyes, Dez steals me back with Connor hovering nearby, and turns to the other woman. “Daphne, this is Marisol, only sister and general nuisance of life. Her husband Sam is in the living room. Sol, Sam, this is our omega.”

“Nice to meet you, Daphne.” Unlike Omar, she doesn’t step forward to hug me. I get the faintest hint of her scent, something like warm sand, and the very obvious hint ofalpha.

No wonder she doesn’t reach for me. Omega instincts are brutal, but there’s no way to compete against three alphas’ trying to keep their unbonded omega safe.

The space gives me a moment to look at her. Unlike her brothers, Marisol must take after their dad, with a deep tan skin, long black hair and some serious muscles.

“You’re like,ripped,” I say stupidly.

“I’m a firefighter and a serious gym rat, thanks to this guy.” She laughs and motions me into the living room where she moves between her husband’s legs. On her own, she’s muscular and tall and a serious force of nature, but with Sam who isbeyondripped wrapped around her, she seems almost small.

What must be Sam perches on the edge of the couch, face split into a welcoming smile. “Heard a lot about you, Daphne.”

“Same.” The guys talk about their family all the time, so I know they’ve have only been married a few years, but they’re stillso obviously in love that they have an entire conversation with their eyes alone.

After he huffs for the millionth time, Dez finally takes pity on Nate. It’s so cute, I have to look away because I’m imagining my alpha helping someone much smaller into their shoes and my ovaries aren’t allowed to run the show right now.

“Do you like to work out, Daphne?” Sol asks.

The people pleaser in me wants to say yes because I need Sol to like me, but if I’m going to be with this pack, I want their family to accept me for who I really am. “Not really. Don’t have a ton of time.”

Nor interest, but that seems too rude to say.

Sol shrugs easily, shifting her ponytail to one side so Sam can lean against her shoulder. “If you ever want to, it’s a hobby of mine.”

“Not everyone wants to spend their free time in a smelly gym.” Nate steps into the living room barefoot.

“Maybe not, but I bet she could bench more than I could when I started.” Sol throws a commiserating glance my way. “Women are way stronger than we look, aren’t we?”

“You have to meet my friend, Kai. I’ll bet you’ll get along great.”

“Just stay away from Mellie. You two would get into so much trouble.” Connor shoots me a look that has my lips twitching.