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“I thought you said talking about things was stupid,” I say, my face still buried in my arms.

“Well I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite,” Kane says. “Plus, I wasn’t drunk enough yet. What better time is there to talk about shit like this.”

He’s right. There’s a reason the rest of us don’t usually get drunk like this.

Chase seems to find drinking ridiculous amounts of alcohol a form of escapism from his own shit.

With the rest of us? Our demons usually catch up to us when our guards are down like this.

“I’m worried you guys are gonna fucking leave me,” I blurt, digging the palms of my hands into my eyes.

“What?” Archer says. His tone incredulous like he thinks I’m stupid.

“She’s perfect, man, are you seriously telling me that if your scent-matched omega told you to get rid of me to be together with her you wouldn’t listen?” I say, pursing my lips together as I meet his eyes.

His eyebrows are drawn down and he opens his mouth to respond, but Kane gets there first.

“What makes you think she’d make a demand like that?” Kane asks.

“That’s what every omega that’s ever been interested in our pack has wanted,” I scoff.

“But she’s not like every omega.” Kane crosses his arms over his chest. “You said ‘your scent match’ earlier, but I think you’re forgetting that you sense the connection too. It’s not like she’s only scent matched to the three of us, she’s ours. All of ours.”

“But I terrify her,” I say, slumping back down and hiding my head in my arms. I feel so fucking pathetic right now, moping like this.

“I mean, I think we all fucking terrify her right now,” Archer grunts. “I think what happened earlier in your room had less to do with us now and more so about what she’s been taught in her past.”

“I don’t know her,” Kane says. “But I don’t think she’d make a demand like that. I think she’s more likely to run away from all alphas entirely than demand we send you away.”

I lift my head, meeting both of their eyes, my stupid insecurity still beating me up on the inside. It’s so much easier to just fight with my fists than to deal with these feelings. At least when I’m doing any jobs for the company, I know what I’m doing.

I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing with an omega.

“Okay,” I mumble, standing from my stool. “Thanks, I think I’m gonna go upstairs now. Sleep it off.”

Sleep it off in the room that probably still smells like her.

The two of them tell me goodnight as I head up the stairs.

When I reach the top and turn down the East wing, I seeChase standing outside the door of the guest bedroom. He’s just standing there, waiting. Watching.

“Hey—” I start saying.

In a flash, he’s in front of me with his hand covering my mouth and a finger to his lips.

“Shhh,” he says, pulling his hand back.

“Is she okay?” I whisper under my breath.

A fond smile crosses his face as he glances back at the door. “She didn’t lock the door,” he says.

“What?” I have no clue what he’s talking about, my mind feels like it’s full of syrup with how slow it’s working right now. I shouldn’t have drunk that much.

Chase chuckles under his breath softly, turning back to face me and looking me up and down. “How much did you drink? Usually, you’re the one taking care of me when I’m hammered.”

“A lot,” I mumble.

“Here,” Chase says, slinging my arm over his shoulder and guiding me to my room. “Let’s talk here, I don’t want to wake her.”