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She lifts the lid to the box and gasps, dropping it to the table so she can cover her mouth.

“Oh my god,” She whispers.

When she blinks up at us, her eyes are starting to fill with tears.

“Shit, I can’t cry and ruin the makeup!” She laughs, tilting her head back and fanning her face.

Kane reaches out and hands her one of the cloth napkins on the table, which she uses to dab delicately at her eyes.

“Where did you guys get these?” Luna asks when she’s done. She carefully lifts up a couple of really well-loved romance novels from the box. These were the books on her little bookshelf in that closet of a room she had at her parents’ place.

“We got them when we went to… when we went to talk to your parents,” Chase says, leaning his elbows on the table and soaking in Luna’s reaction.

“You… you remembered?” She whispers, brushing her hands along the spines of the books.

“Of course we did,” Kane says, his hands fisting in his lap as if he’s trying his absolute hardest not to reach out and touch her.

I get how he’s feeling. Lucky for me, I’m across the table from her, and I’m not crazy enough to lunge across the table.

“Check underneath your books,” Archer says, nodding towards the box again.

Luna lifts out the last couple of books we found on her shelf, and her eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” She whispers, lifting two more brand-new paperbacks.

“They’re the latest two books from one of the authors.”

“Kane chose the author of the book that looked the most beat up,” Chase chips in.

Luna bursts out laughing and the sound draws me in like a moth to a flame.

“I’d like to call that book well-loved,” She laughs. “But you’re right. That author’s definitely my favorite out of the bunch.”

“We just wanted to say that we’d love to buy you more books to fill your very own shelf at the library we have back at the pack house,” Kane says, giving her a small smile. “Floor to ceiling. All yours.”

Luna stands from her seat, setting her new books down gently before throwing her arms around Kane, and hugging him tightly.

I can feel the attention of practically everyone in the room. I swear, some people around us gasp. Others start murmuring.

That sort of physical contact at an event like this is rare, or at least Luna’s enthusiasm is rare. I’m sure some alphas are going to have complaints.

Luna makes her way towards me, her steps small and almost bunny-like with excitement. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding me tightly to her.

I’m enveloped by her and her sweet peppermint perfume. This is what heaven feels like. Her touching me. Her skin against mine.

I can feel a softness on her frame that wasn’t there when we first found her at that horrible train yard, and it makes me relax, knowing she’s been able to take care of herself, even without us there.

I’m careful not to scent mark her as she holds me tightly to her. That would be against the rules. I do angle my head to the side so her face is brushing against my neck, which is the closest possible thing to her scent marking me. I want to carry a piece of her for as long as I possibly can.

Luna finally breaks the hug, standing to her full heightand flashing me a blinding smile before going to hug Chase and Archer.

Now that I’m not swept away in my own little world with her in my arms, I can tell some of the other interested packs are almost circling around this table, trying to figure out what we gave her that’s gotten her so excited.

I smirk as I stare down at my whiskey tumbler. Even if one of the packs meeting her towards the end of the night runs out to grab some romance books from a bookstore somewhere, they’re not going to mean the same thing.

There’s no chance in hell any other pack is giving her a better gift.

They could shower her with diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. They could literally cover her from head to toe in a pile of luxury items, and she’d still cherish the gift we gave her. Because that’s the kind of omega Luna is.