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She looks fucking incredible. I would bring her pleasure like this every day…every hour…if she let me.

She could use my fingers, tongue, and knot.

To hell with that, she can use any part of me however she needs.

The sound of an Omega claiming back their power is the best sound in the world.

Suddenly, Paige grinds against me hard, and I vigorously massage her clit.

She bites the padded table, tearing through it as she comes.

Savage.

I like it.

Slowly, Paige relaxes against the table, and I withdraw my hand.

When she bursts into tears it’s like a release.

I hurriedly wipe my hand down my pants, as much as I’d love to lick my fingers and taste her. Then I dive to sit next to Paige, as she comes apart like she’s probably needed to for a long time.

Like Rhett once helped me to.

I hold my arms open but don’t reach for her. “C’mere, beautiful.”

Paige turns and dives into my arms, sobbing against my neck. She wraps the blanket around us both, as if against the world.

If only it was that fucking easy. I would never leave this lavender-scented room.

I hold Paige against my chest, allowing her to cry. “I’m here.”

Her shoulders shake, and her fingers claw at my shoulders.

It wrecks me, as much as I know how much she needs this.

“They’re gone,” Paige whispers, as if only realizing the truth of her words, or maybe, accepting it now.

I don’t say some pointless platitude because it’s true. Her previous pack is gone.

They’re not coming back.

At last, when the worst of the storm has passed, I say quietly, “I need to grab something.”

Paige pulls back, studying me with sad, red-rimmed eyes like I’m about to leave her too.

Instead, I reach for the duffel bag underneath the table. I left it here for the aftercare I planned.

I drag open the bag, before drawing out the three items of clothing I stole from the closet yesterday.

Rhett’s favorite plaid shirt. One of Luca’s olive field jackets. And the sky-blue hoodie that Rhett gave me for my last birthday.

“I brought something from each member of our pack,” I explain. “Then you can take them home if you want. Over the next week, you can keep them somewhere in your house or your nest and grow used to our scents.”

Paige growls, snatching the clothes. She draws them up to her nose, taking desperate breaths.

Entranced, I watch Paige nuzzle my pack’s clothes.

I clutch my hands in my lap.