Page 136 of Saving the Pack's Omega

“Luna, you deserve the opportunity to hear what I have to say too,” he sighs.

His hesitation makes me grip Archer’s hand, nervously clinging for any sense of security.

“I had my security sweep the venue for a man matching the description you gave last night for… for the trafficker involved in your past, but we couldn’t find him. He must’ve left in the initial chaos,” The director says, picking his words cautiously as if he doesn’t want to freak me out.

Well, unfortunately for him, I’m already freaking out.

I completely forgot aboutthatscent I smelled last night, during all of the chaos after I chose the Ward Pack as my heat spike partners.

Alpha Niall’s scent.

In the ballroom.

Fresh.

He was there.

Close enough to see me again.

How could I not see him? How could I have missed him? Why couldn’t I have noticed him earlier so we wouldn’t be in this stupid situation with him god knows where!

Could he have been close enough to touch me last night?

“Luna!” Archer’s voice sounds like it’s coming from underwater.

I feel his strong hands cup my cheeks. His dark eyes come into focus in front of me.

“Breathe with me, baby,” he says, his thumbs brushing my cheeks.

That’s when I realize he’s wiping away the tears streaming down my face.

My chest is tight. I guess I forgot to breathe. Maybe because if I didn’t breathe, Alpha Niall wouldn’t be able to find me.

“Fuck. Here, Luna, deep breath in,” Archer reaches down and presses one of my hands to his chest.

I match his inhale, feeling his heartbeat underneath my fingertips.

His cinnamon scent is sharp and spicy with his fear.

Fear?

That’s not right.

Archer is never afraid.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs. “Now breathe out for me.”

I do as he instructs, blowing air out past the silent, shaky sobs racking my chest.

“Perfect,” Archer says, his expression cracking open with relief. “Again. Follow my lead, baby.”

He’s never called me baby before.

I think I like it.

The more I breathe with him, the more of his cinnamon scent I take into my lungs, the more my body finally relaxes.

When I finally get back to myself, I squeeze my hand into the fabric of his dress shirt, my bottom lip wobbling.

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