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And then it hits me. Is this what a scent match feels like? If she’s our scent match, she’s bound to have scented me by now, why is she still trembling on the floor?

I’ve had dreams about us meeting our scent match before. She’d be sunshine and light, and she’d love us all. She wouldn’t be afraid of me.

The omega at our feet is definitely an angel, but she’s also very obviously terrified.

“We found her in the train car, she was hiding behind pallets of fences, so I brought her out,” one of our guys, Casey, says, rubbing the back of his neck.

I know him, he’s a good guy, but anyone can see that she’s freaking the fuck out.

“Screaming and kicking like that?” I ask him, my jaw clenched.

“I—I didn’t want anything to fall on her.”

“Calm down, Madden,” Kane says, squeezing my shoulder. “Let’s just get this taken care of so we can all get out of the cold.”

The omega at our feet shifts, still keeping her face hidden away from us. A growl rises in my throat when I see she’s fucking bowing at our feet.

“P—please,” she says, her voice soft and trembling. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll—I’ll be a good omega for you.”

I can’t keep my growl in. “What the fuck,” I hiss. What in the world has she been through to think she has to beg at our feet?

She flinches.

Fuck, I seriously can’t do anything right around omegas. All of them either hate me on sight because they don’t want to risk their bloodlines being tainted with any Southsider blood or they’re scared shitless.

“I’ll—I’ll be good, I promise,” she says, continuing to beg at our feet.

“Hey there, little one,” Kane says, his voice comforting. He kneels in front of the omega. “You don’t have to bow like that.”

I’m a bit jealous of Kane sometimes.

Now is definitely one of those times.

He always seems to know what to say or do, especially around omegas. Not that he’s really shown any interest in any omegas in the past, but still. He has options should he want them. And he should want them. It’s in our nature to want an omega to protect, to provide for, to care for.

She slowly raises her head from the ground. Her golden hair serves as a curtain between us. She keeps her gaze fixed solidly on the floor.

“What’s your name?” Kane asks. “I’m Kane. This here is Madden.”

“L—Luna.”

“You don’t have to hide your gaze, Luna.” Kane reaches out, hesitating before brushing her hair away from her face. He must be worried about spooking her even more.

She quickly brushes the rest of her hair away from her face, turning to meet both our gazes.

The moment our eyes meet, I’m a goner. She looks like an angel straight from heaven. Big blue eyes, rosy red cheeks, and pillowy lips that call to me.

I’m so enamored with her beauty that I just stand there like a fucking idiot for far too long.

I immediately take off my leather jacket and take a slow step forward so I don’t scare her even more. She has plenty of time to tell me to fuck off before I rest it against her shoulders, cloaking her with the thick fabric.

I take a step back, not wanting to intimidate her any more than I probably do.

She stares up at me, her eyes growing wide with shock. Her jaw clenches as if she’s biting the inside of her mouth a few times before she speaks.

“Thank you, Alpha Madden,” she says, her voice a bit strained from all the terrified screaming she was doing earlier.

I can’t help but smile when she grabs the front and closes it tighter around her body, almost like she wants to bury into my scent. My alpha hindbrain definitely likes the thought of that. It also really likes the way she looks in my clothes. I also don’t miss how her perfume sweetens just the slightest bit in response.