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We all thank her for her help and Chase helps her out to Nolan, waiting in their car outside.

When Chase returns, Archer clears his throat. “So, are we doing this?”

“I think we should. Charlotte’s right. We’re the best pack to get Luna adjusted to alphas. I wouldn’t trust any other pack,” I answer.

“I can’t imagine just letting her walk away,” Madden adds, his shoulders curled in on himself. The alcohol is probably hitting him pretty hard, considering how much he threw back so quickly. He’s the type to get sad when he gets wasted.

“You know I’m in,” Chase adds.

Archer sighs before he nods. “Then we’re all in agreement. We’ll keep her safe.”

“Well then,” Chase says, a smile on his face. “Looks like we had a lot of help with our plan-making, from an expert too! Since you guys have all been drinking, how about I go upstairs and get our little omega settled?”

He doesn’t even wait for our answer before he grabs some of the supplies from the kitchen counter and bounds up our stairs. That bastard. I can’t help but feel a little jealous, remembering the feel of her body in my arms as I carried her into the car earlier.

A flutter has me reaching up and rubbing my chest. Will this omega be someone I can finally let into my heart? Or will she be our downfall?

CHAPTER 9

Luna

The hot water flowing over my body feels heavenly.

Once I actually managed to turn on the shower—who in the world thought adding so many knobs and buttons in a shower would be a good idea?—the warmth brought me back to my body.

Charlotte did her best to make the necessary documentation as easy as she could, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t hard. And violating.

The only thing that reassured me was that the photos and her notes would all be kept locked up unless someone needed them for legal proceedings.

The way she talked about her documentation made it seem like she thought it was an actual possibility for me to use it for myself.

A shiver runs down my spine, despite the heat of the water flowing around me.

The thought of being stuck in a room with Alpha Niall again, even if it’s a courtroom, terrifies me. There’s no guarantee Alpha Niall won’t use his money and power to crush me in a legal setting. There’s no guarantee Charlotte’s documentation would be able tostand up to a powerful alpha. And then he’d know where I escaped to. He’d take me like he’s always planned. I’d never be able to escape again.

I scrub my hands up and down my face, trying to pull myself back to reality and shake those thoughts off. The documentation is over and I never need to think about it again. I should focus on things like seemingly endless hot water that feels heavenly on my sore and aching muscles.

I browse the bottles Madden has in his shower, popping open the cap of one and taking a sniff. It’s sweet, not as sweet as his natural chocolate scent, but it still makes me acutely aware of whose bathroom I’m in.

Will he mind if I use it? Maybe it’ll make him happy, me smelling a bit more like him.

I know scent marking is a thing alphas like doing. I remember the slimy, oily feeling I’d carry with me when Alpha Niall would leave me covered in his scent.

I wipe that thought away, letting it run down the drain with the hot water, and squeeze some of Madden’s shampoo into my hand.

Even after I clean every inch of my body I can reach, I only turn the water off when I start worrying about the waterproof wound dressing Charlotte wrapped around the bandages she put on all my cuts. She said I could shower in them, but I’m not sure how long they can last, especially considering I have the water at its hottest setting.

I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in one of the biggest towels I’ve ever seen. I let out a moan when it touches my skin. It’s the softest piece of fabric I’ve ever felt. It also smells like deep, rich dark chocolate.

All Madden. It’s completely drenched in his scent.

After I pat myself dry, I burrow into the towel as I peel off the wound dressing, revealing dry bandages.

I did a lot more damage than I thought I did when I wasrunning away. I guess all the adrenaline pumping in my system kept me from feeling it. But now that I’ve calmed down a bit, everything’s starting to hurt a lot.

I hobble over to where I left Madden’s shirt, because as wonderful as this towel is, I don’t know if I’m comfortable being completely vulnerable in a space I know doesn’t belong to me for longer than necessary. Before I have a chance to put it on, my eyes are drawn to my reflection in the mirror again.

This time I take the time to really take myself in, now that all the grime and dirt has been washed away.

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