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“I—I’m sorry,” I whisper, my eyes dropping down with shame.

I acted crazy.

In front of the director, too. How could I embarrass the pack like that?

“You have nothing to worry about, Moonlight,” Chase says, throwing his arms around my shoulders and pulling me tightly into him.

“But—but?—“

“Hey, I’m not saying you didn’t scare us, ‘cause to be perfectly honest with you, I was scared as shit, but it makes sense you’d get a panic attack.”

Panic attack.

I guess that’s what that was.

“Well, it scared me too,” I huff under my breath. “Panic attacks suck.”

“They do,” Archer says, leaning down and leaving a lingering kiss on my forehead.

“Sorry to interrupt,” The director says after clearing his throat. “I just need to go over a couple last things before I go. The police and the Omega Center security have been notified of the potential trafficker on the loose, but there’s not much else I can do on that front right now. It’ll be up to you guys to keep a vigilant watch.”

“We understand,” Archer says, nodding his head gravely.

He looks down at me, a determined look on his expression.

“No one is going to lay a hand on you, Luna, I promise you that.”

I cling to the front of his shirt, his heart still underneath my palm. It’s comforting. Grounding.

“I know,” I say, flashing him a small smile.

“I guess I’ll take my leave now,” The director sighs. “I’ll send over the necessary paperwork and make the announcement about you all being scent matches later today.” He looks down at me, a soft smile appearing on his face. “It’s been wonderful to see your progress, since when I first met you. Don’t take the events of this morning as a setback, progress isn’t always linear. Feel free to come to the Omega Center for any of the classes we have. I think it could be beneficial for you.”

I give him a slow nod. I think I’d like that. Even if there were some catty omegas I found there, the classes were really fun and helpful. I finally feel like I know what living is supposed to feel like.

“Goodbye, Dad,” Archer says, opening the door for The Director, making it obvious to everyone we want our privacy.

Chase buries his face in the crook of my neck after the director leaves.

“God, you smell so good, freshly fucked,” he groans. “The only thing that smells better is if you were freshly fucked by me,” he smirks.

“Even—even though I freaked out?”

I can still taste the sour notes of my terrified scent at the back of my throat.

“Of course, your scent after being freshly knotted stays sweeterfor a while,” Chase says, offering me a reassuring smile. “I promise, you’re still so delicious I could eat you up.”

“Let the girl breathe,” Archer growls, hauling Chase backwards by the back of his shirt. “Let her get some food in her system before you maul her.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just want to keep her all to yourself.” Chase rolls his eyes before he turns to me, handing me my sweatpants. “You should’ve seen him last night after Kane carried you inside. The prickly bastard was so jealous.”

“Shut up,” Archer huffs.

I laugh as I pull a pair of underwear and sweatpants up my legs. I think I need an actual shower soon, considering I’m definitely going to ruin these panties dripping a mix of my slick and Archer’s come into them.

“So, tell me, Moonlight, how was last night? And this morning, too,” Chase asks.

A blush covers my cheeks as I remember the feel of Kane and Archer inside of me, the way their knots made me feel, the flood of hormones that came after our shared orgasms.