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“Where’re you going!” Madden says, chasing after me.

“To meet the omega you guys have brought into our home.”

“Wait! She—She doesn’t—just calm down first, man!”

I don’t listen.

I need to set expectations for her. I’m not going to send her out into the cold, but I don’t know her plans. And all the omegas I’ve met always have plans, most of them having to do with my pack falling apart for their benefit. And if she’s truly our scent match, she has more power than any of the other omegas that have tried to tear us apart.

When I open Madden’s bedroom door, the first thing that hits me is this omega’s scent. Her perfume is like peppermint candy, flowing into my lungs and hitting me like a drug. It’s just as sweet as I’ve always imagined.

No. It’s sweeter.

Like a lot of other alphas out there, I’ve also dreamt of what meeting my scent match would be like. But I’m more than aware that fairytale-like dreams are just that: fairytales.

And as I finally shake myself out of thehaze her perfume has put me in, I can see that the reality of meeting my pack’s scent match is as far from fantasy as possible.

The little omega is stripped bare. Her pretty pink pussy and her skin as pale as the snow are all on display as she lays on Madden’s bed, ass up, presenting herself to us.

“What the fuck is going on here,” I growl. What is this omega thinking, presenting herself to us when she doesn’t want to acknowledge the scent match between all of us?

I’m a fucking bastard because I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

Disgust hits me when I see that her pale skin is mottled with bruises. There’s even what looks like a distinct bootprint on her side. A growl rises in my chest at the thought of someone stomping on this omega in front of me hard enough to leave a bootprint. Whoever the fuck did that to her will need to count their days, because the moment any one of us finds them, they’ll be six feet below the fucking ground.

Her sweet peppermint perfume twists in the air, turning acrid and bitter, her fear obvious.

“Holy fuck,” Madden hisses under his breath from behind me. He seems to be just as frozen as I am.

She shifts from her position, trembling in terror as she slides to the floor, turning to face the doorway. She still takes up a ridiculous position, her knees still spread and her hands crossed behind her back. I see even more of the bruises on her body, along with the bloody scrapes all along her legs.

“I—I—I’m sorry alpha,” she says, her golden hair hanging over her face like a curtain. “Wh—what did I do wrong? I—I promise I’ll do better.”

Holy shit. What the fuck has happened to this omega?

Madden finally moves from where he was frozen, pushing past me. “Fucking hell, you—you didn’t do anything wrong, I was just trying to find you some clothes,” he tells her, his voice strained with this horrified desperation.

Her gaze darts to the red lacy thong Madden still has clutched in his fists because he’s a goddamn idiot and she nods in understanding.

“Fuck, no—this—it’s not what it looks like.” He tosses the underwear out into the hallway and scrubs a hand down his face.

“Whoa, flying panties,” Chase says, turning the corner. “I called my sister, she’ll be here as soon as she?—”

He freezes in his tracks the moment he sees and scents the omega kneeling at the foot of Madden’s bed.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

Holy shit is right.

She seems to stiffen even more at the sight of Chase. God, this is a complete shit show.

CHAPTER 7

Luna

Four alphas. A whole pack.

It was difficult enough emotionally to prepare myself to service two alphas. I can’t stop my body from trembling at the thought of learning how to service four.