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My confusion must show because Chase’s expression is almost a little sheepish as he returns to the kitchen. “I, uh, I went out with Charlotte this morning and went shopping for you. As cute as youlook wearing our clothes, we thought it’d probably be best if you had things of your own.”

My eyes go wide and I’m pretty sure my jaw drops as I scan over the sheer number of shopping bags the three of them just carried in from the garage. “I—All of this is for me?”

“Yeah! I’m pretty sure we got everything you could need, but if there’s anything we missed, then just let us know,” Chase says, seemingly oblivious to the craziness of everything. “Oh! I forgot to mention, I got all the things for your nest pre-ordered, but the materials I wanted were out of stock, so it’ll be shipped to us.”

A nest. All this stuff. His bright smile.

I’m a mess of emotions. I don’t know how to react because no one in my entire life has done anything remotely close to this. Not on my birthdays, not after my first heat, not on any holidays.

“This is—this is so much,” I say, pushing the words past the lump in my throat. “I—I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to make this up to you all.”

“You don’t need to make up for anything, Moonlight. We just want to take care of you, make up for lost time, you know?”

The sting behind my eyes, which I’ve been trying so hard to keep at bay, wins as a few tears stream down my cheeks.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Chase says, taking a panicked step towards me, reaching out as if he wants to comfort me but doesn’t know how.

“No, no these are happy tears,” I sniffle, taking the small step into his open arms, which instantly settle around me. His ocean breeze scent swirls around me. “This is amazing, I—I don’t know how to react, I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me.”

“We’ll take care of you so good this shopping haul seems like nothing,” Chase says under his breath, gliding his fingers through my hair. “Anyways, I would hold off on your judgment until you take a look at what we got for you since you’re totally within your right to say you hate it all.”

He’s crazy if he thinks it’s possible for me to hate anything he’s put so much thought and effort into getting me.

“I’m just about done with the kitchen,” Kane says. “Do you want to try on some of the clothes in the bathroom by the sitting room?” His green eyes grow dark with desire and a flash of mischief. “Maybe you could give us a bit of a fashion show?”

The heat that pulses throughout my entire body—my face, my chest, and lower—is instant. The thought of trying on all these new, amazing clothes that Chase specifically chose for me while all of them watch makes my perfume explode out of my body.

None of them are immune to my scent or the thought of me giving them a fashion show either, based on the way all their scents grow in intensity in response.

The looks they’re giving me are a mix of surprise and lust.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Madden says, swallowing hard.

“I—I’d really like to, if you guys don’t mind.”

“Nope, totally don’t mind. Not at all.” Madden’s instant response along with the blush that’s also covering his cheeks makes me burst out in laughter.

“Okay then, how about you take a peek into a couple of the bags in the living room and go to the bathroom over there to get dressed,” Chase says.

Madden and Archer set down the bags beside where Chase placed the ones he carried in and I start looking around. The amount of stuff they’ve gotten for me is quite literally insane.

“Before you start really digging around, I’d recommend you don’t pay attention to the prices,” Madden says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I freeze. I hadn’t thought of how much this much stuff would’ve cost the pack.

Madden curses under his breath. “Shit, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I was just saying that because I know it’s probably goingto freak you out if you catch sight of a pair of jeans costing two hundred and fifty dollars. Chase tends to go all out on these sorts of things.”

“Yeah!” Chase calls out from the kitchen. “No cheap stuff for you, Luna!”

“Yeah,” Madden says shrugging. “I just wanted to say, try to ignore the prices. And if you can’t, just know that we do super well for ourselves financially, you’re not burdening us at all.”

Two hundred and fifty dollars for a single pair of jeans? Why in the world would a pair of pants be so expensive? That’s crazy to me.

“Please promise to try not to worry about the money,” Madden says, his tone soft and understanding. “I get it’s totally going to take a while to adjust, but please know all of us want to give you these things.”

“O—Okay. I promise.”

“Awesome,” Madden says, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Go take a look at everything and see if something catches your eye.”