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The one who first entered the room is obviously the pack leader. While I get the sneaking suspicion that Madden has more dominance, the alpha in front of me oozes a sort of command that screams he’s in charge.

His broad shoulders stretch out the long-sleeved dress shirt he’s wearing and his dark black hair flows back along his head, almost looking wind-swept. His jaw even looks so sharp it could cut glass.

His jaw is also clenched so hard it looks like he’s currently risking breaking a tooth. I immediately notice the spicy notes of his cinnamon scent, twisted with disgust.

My body feels heavy with shame, and I fight the urge to cover myself with my arms. I know better than to hide my body from alphas. I’m an omega, my body exists to please them.

I’ve had people disgusted with me before, like my parents. Buthaving an alpha disgusted with me is new. Especially an alpha this dominant.

But am I really that surprised? These alphas are all used to luxury and extravagance I could never imagine, of course they wouldn’t be happy with someone like me.

The other alpha is the near opposite of the first alpha, with golden skin and dirty blonde hair, messy and sticking up as if he just rolled out of bed. He’s also wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, leaving the entire expanse of his chest and abs on display. He’s not as bulky as the other alphas here, with more of a swimmer’s build, but he still has the most attractive body I’ve ever seen. His ocean breeze scent is fitting, considering he looks like he just walked off a surfing magazine shoot.

His sweatpants also don’t hide how he feels about me.

Well, none of them can really hide their reaction to my naked body, given the air is so thick with pheromones that it’s hard to breathe. At least they’re attracted to me. Convincing them I have worth to them if they weren’t attracted to me would be so much harder.

So this is good.

Or at least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself, as flashes of being torn apart by all the four alphas in this house filter through my head in rapid succession.

Kane pushes past the three alphas standing mute at the doorway of the room, scowling back at them.

“You guys are fucking stupid,” he says under his breath.

With the way he looks at me with pity in my eyes, he definitely saw my silly display to try and be useful to them. Instead of punishing me like he should, for obviously not pleasing his pack, he just moves to Madden’s closet, pulls out a black t-shirt, and extends his hand to me.

“You can get up off the floor, little one. How about you sit on the bed?”

I stand, perching myself on the edge of Madden’s bed,hesitating before taking the shirt. My gaze shifts to Madden and the hallway outside his bedroom. “Did—did you want me to wear those?”

Madden’s entire face, even up to the tips of his ears, grows red and he opens and closes his mouth like he’s struggling to find something to say.

“No? No. No, I didn’t want you to wear those,” he finally manages to say.

I take the shirt with a nod, slipping it over my head. It doesn’t smell as good as Madden’s jacket, just the hint of clean laundry detergent. But not being completely naked is still a comfort. I do feel less vulnerable.

I still remain aware that I haven’t been permitted to wear anything under this shirt though. As I glance around the room and see the way all the alphas are looking at me, and the hint of lust there, I continue to try to convince myself this is a good thing. This is my proper place. This is the only way I can get them to protect me.

“Did you have questions, Archer?” Kane says from beside me, angling his body like he’s prepared to protect me, which is a bizarre thought. Why would an alpha go against one of his packmates for me?

My gaze does shoot to the dark-haired alpha. He’s still as intense as when he first came into the room. But now I know his name.

Archer.

Fitting, considering if looks could kill I would fall dead, not necessarily because he looks murderous, but because of how intense he is.

“What’s your name?” Archer growls. Is everything that comes out of his mouth a growl?

“My—my name is Luna, Alpha Archer.”

His scowl deepens at my use of his title, or was it my use of his name? Was Kane not supposed to mention it?

“Luna is such a sweet name,” The blonde alpha says, casually leaning his weight against a wall. “I’m Chase.”

“Th—thank you, Alpha Chase.”

Chase’s nose wrinkles and he waves his hand in the air. “Just Chase. It’s not like any of us are going to call you Omega Luna around here.”