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I’ve never been called Omega Luna before. I’ve been called just omega though, a lot of the betas I serviced during my heats didn’t even know my name.

But it seems like all of these alphas here don’t feel the need to go by their title. I clasp my hands together to try and stop my trembling, my knuckles going white.

“How old are you?” Archer asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

“T—Twenty-one, Alph—” I swallow hard, cutting myself off from calling him Alpha again, because it obviously pissed him off last time. The intensity of his dominance makes it difficult for me to go against all the lessons I’ve been taught. “Twenty-one.”

“You look younger than that,” Archer mutters. “Am I asking hard questions?”

“N—no.”

“Then stop freaking out,” he says with a deep sigh. “Are you registered?”

“I—I don’t know what you’re asking,” I answer. My voice remains small and uncertain, no matter how hard I try to just answer his questions like a normal person. My weakness just seems to piss him off even more.

His gaze grows sharp before he turns his glare onto Madden and Kane. “You brought an unregistered Southside omega into our home?”

“What would you have rather us do?” Kane growls, matching Archer’s defensive stance.

Archer just rolls his eyes before settling his gaze on me again. “When did you firstgo into pre-awakening?”

“I was fifteen.”

“So you’ve managed to go about life undetected for six years?” He grunts.

All I can do is nod, because that’s the truth.

“How? Suppressants?”

What are suppressants?

“I wasn’t—I wasn’t allowed outside,” I answer, my inability to comprehend the things he seems to think are basic knowledge weighing heavy on my shoulders.

His gaze sharpens on all the dried blood on my bare legs and lifts upwards as if he’s imagining the colorful network of bruises marking my body underneath Madden’s shirt.

His cinnamon scent twists, his anger and disgust clear once again. “Who did this to you?”

I’m frozen in my seat, unable to make my voice work. He hasn’t used his bark, but his dominance is so strong it’s sending my mind spinning with fear. Alpha anger means pain for me. All of these alphas are obviously so much stronger than me. They’re also bigger than Alpha Niall.

I feel the burn of tears behind my eyes when I remember the amount of pain Alpha Niall could cause. What are these alphas capable of?

“You should chill out, man,” Chase says to Archer, rolling his eyes. “You’re freaking her out.”

I brace myself for a blow when Archer’s hand lifts, but he just scrubs it down his face, letting out a deep and tired sigh. “Sorry,” he grunts, his jaw clenched.

My surprise is probably obvious on my face. I don’t think I could hide it if I tried my hardest. Why is he apologizing? He’s an alpha. I’m an omega. Plus, I’m an omega who didn’t follow his instructions. I haven’t answered his question and he’s the one apologizing?

“Just tell me this then,” Archer huffs, turning his gaze back to me. “What do you wantfrom our pack?”

Kane growls from beside me, glaring at Archer. “You may be the pack leader but you’re acting fucking ridiculous right now. Look at her. What kind of evil plans do you think she has?”

I shrink down, doing my best to curl in on myself and hide from all the competing alpha dominance.

“It’s just a question,” Archer growls.

“Just give her a break, an interrogation isn’t what she needs right now,” Kane shoots back.

I reach out, brushing my hand against the hem of Kane’s shirt. “It—it’s alright,” I say, doing my best to offer him my attempt at a reassuring smile that probably looks more like a grimace. I turn to meet Archer’s gaze, swallowing hard and trying to steel my spine. “The last thing I want is to cause your pack trouble.” I’ve never had people so intently interested in what I want. My throat closes up, making my words sound strained. “I just want to be safe.”