Page 59 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Lena, baby, it’s just us!”

Eventually, the scream dies in my throat when my brain registers that the figures on my bed are Damon, Max, and Gunnar. I burst into tears, relieved to be in the safety of Damon’s home but scared senseless by the dream lingering in my mind.

“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Max soothes, holding me against his bare chest. He’s only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

I’m shaky and sweating after the dream.

Damon and Gunnar are also in various states of undress, and Damon’s dark hair is sticking up in all directions as if he had been fast asleep when startled awake.

Sudden embarrassment hits me because I woke the alphas with my screaming, and they had to see me like this, but I know there’s no hiding anything from them.

“What were you dreaming about?” Max asks, holding me tighter. “You gave us the fright of our lives.”

I shake my head, trying to get my bearings.

Zorin’s face is burned into my mind’s eye—the cruel smile he wore when attacking me is so vivid that it feels as if he was actually here.

How is it that after four years, I’m still haunted by him?I should have moved on and been free to live my life, but he’s a ghost that haunts my every move, both awake and asleep.

A few more tears leak from my eyes. I wipe them away angrily, determined not to cry about him anymore.

“Talk to us, darling,” Damon presses gently, softening the moment by tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. He’s never seen me like this. “Please tell us what’s going on.”

I sigh and wipe my nose with my shirt sleeve. I know I can’t fight this anymore, and now that I’m pregnant, it’s impossible to hide my past.

“This is a lot for me to share,” I start quietly. “So please be patient with me.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Max, Damon, and Gunnar are watching me attentively, which makes me a little nervous, so I take a deep breath.

“Let me start from the beginning. I’m not really from DC,” I say. “I only moved here a couple of years ago. Before I came here, I had a pack of my own. We were happy for a time before it all fell apart.”

“What do you mean?” Gunnar asks, but I can hear the defensiveness in his tone about my previous pack. I mean, I wasn’t exactly a virgin when he knotted me in the library.

“My life with the pack started years ago. I was their omega—to Aleks, Raul, Thomas and...” I hesitate. “Zorin.”

“So you know him?” Damon asks carefully.

“You were his omega?” Max asks in shock.

“Yes, I was,” I admit nervously.

“You said Thomas,’” Damon says slowly. “Fuck- I know why Zorin’s here now.”

“Why?” I ask, alarmed.

“Is he tall, broad shoulders… tattoo of a sun on his neck?” asks Damon.

“Yes,” I confirm, wondering where this is going and how the hell Damon knows about him.

“We killed him.”

“Oh, what?” I say, my eyes widening as I look at him. My heart is beating wildly, and I don’t know if he’s telling the truth, but it looks like he is by the grim look on his face. “How do you know him?”

“This might be hard for you to hear, but he was an abuser. Abused kids,” Damon says, and my stomach sinks. “We received a tip from a civilian and we… took care of business.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper, feeling sick. I had slept with a total psychopath who deserved to be killed years ago to stop him from hurting anyone.

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