Page 48 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

She clings onto the fabric of my hoodie like keeping her hands fisted into the fabric will keep me from leaving her.

“You—you don’t have to leave tonight, do you?” She asks, her voice muffled by my hair.

I glance up at Killian. The lines around his eyes have gone soft. Much softer than I’ve seen him look tonight.

“We’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at 11 AM,” he says. “So you can have the night with your family.”

I swallow hard before nodding. “Thanks.”

“So you get to stay?” Daisy says looking up at me.

“I do! It’s super late for you, so how about you get focused on getting ready for bed, I’ll be right behind you, sound good?”

“Yeah!” She says, heading down the hall.

Theo and Milo stand by the front door, finished with unloading the stuff from the van into the house.

“Hey, uh, Rey?” Milo asks, shuffling hesitantly from foot to foot.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

Milo is shorter than the rest of his pack, but he’s still a full head taller than me, not that that’s particularly hard considering I’m pretty short. He’s also a lot more lean than the rest of them. His gunmetal scent is strangely comforting.

“It would probably be a good idea if you had our contact info, in case you need to reach us.” His voice is still soft and a bit unsure, like he’s prepared for me to say no and spit on him.

It makes my brows draw down in concern. He doesn’t act like any alpha I’ve ever met before.

“Sure, yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” I say, handing him my phone. “Here, could you enter it in?”

“Of—of course.”

“Thanks.”

He taps away at my phone before handing it back, his hands flexing nervously by his side. “I added all four of our contacts.”

I glance down at my screen and see all of their names. My thumb freezes over the contact for Stone Graylock. I guess that’s Obsidian’s real name.

“Stone probably won’t be able to answer any of your calls since he’s in the hospital. And ‘cause the phone he was using was broken. So if you need something, make sure to call one of us,” Theo says, pulling the door open.

“We’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Killian says, striding past me and leaving me in a cloud of his expensive black tea scent.

“W—Wait,” I say, reaching out and jerking the door back open as Killian starts to close it.

They glance up at me, surprised.

“I—Thank you,” I say. “For this. For saving my family, I know you didn’t have to.”

“Of course,” Killian says.

“And really, we should be the ones thanking you, spitfire,” Theo says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sleep well,” Milo says, giving me a small wave.

I swallow hard, giving them a jerky nod before closing the door softly, clicking the deadbolt into place.

I rest my forehead against the cool wood. I flinch when I feel a soft touch against my shoulder.

I turn to see my mom, her soft subtle scent of clean laundry washing over me like a comforting wave. She holds her arms out for me and I curl up into her. She’s a bit taller than I am, which only adds to how I’ve been feeling around her recently. I feel like a child.