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“Nothing! I just asked why she was here. A stranger, standing in my kitchen, cooking a lasagna—I think I have a right to know why they're there!”

“It's okay, Devon. I am more than happy to go home. I'm just thankful for getting away for the night,” Daisy assured him, a sincere smile on her face.

“Let me get some ice to put on this. Don't remove your hand,” I instructed Daisy with a firm look before heading to the pantry, where the large industrial freezer was located. We had all gone through a phase of watching social media videos of various types of ice and had decided to invest in an ice machine that we now hardly used.

“You better be nice to her,” Devon said from behind me, having followed me to the ice machine. He watched me as I grabbed a little plastic scoop and placed a bunch of ice in a dishcloth, forming a makeshift ice pack.

“Who the hell thought it was a good idea to bring an omega into our home?” I asked, making sure my voice was quiet enough that it wouldn't be heard by said omega.

“Someone broke into her home.”

“She mentioned that.”

“No, it wasn't a small thing. The place was trashed. There wasn't a single surface that didn’t have bleach or broken glass or something like that on it. Everything she owned was destroyed, her door completely smashed in.”

I turned to look at my packmate, unable to keep the frown off my face.

“That sounds a little more severe than just a regular break-in,” I admitted.

“She has no family, and Jeremy is fond of her. Hell, I'm fond of her. She's a really sweet girl. She's alone, pregnant, and struggling. Surely, you can understand why Jeremy brought her here?”

I sighed. “But why did he have to bring her here? He could have set her up in a hotel.”

“Hotels are expensive, for one. I'm guessing Jeremy wanted to be around to help her. Just dumping her in a hotel room and leaving her probably wouldn't have actually helped her that much.”

He had a point there. Even though she was managing to navigate her way around the kitchen easily, I could understand that the rather large bump would create several issues in day-to-day life.

“It's not like she's the first woman ever to be pregnant. Loads of women have to deal with it. She would be fine at a hotel,” I tried to reason.

Devon snorted. “Every single pregnant omega we have known has had several alphas doting on her. Can you think of a single woman you’ve seen go through pregnancy alone?”

“Well, where's the alpha that created the child?”

“He ran the moment he learned she was pregnant. Left her with nothing. She hasn’t told us much more, but I'm pretty sure he hurt her badly.”

“Jesus Christ. That's a special kind of asshole,” I admitted.

“Look, we can talk about this as a pack when she goes to sleep. Please don’t tell me you want to throw her out right now? I know that being around an omega can be difficult for you, but given the situation, surely you can make an exception? This is someone who is important to Jeremy and someone who is quickly becoming important to me, too. We are a pack, and we want you to know the important people in our lives.”

He had a point. While I knew that I didn't want an omega, I had to accept that my pack would one day want one. I had avoided thinking about what that would mean for our dynamic. Would I move out so they could be happy with their new omega? Over the last year or so, I had found a kind of peace with my life and my pack, and I didn’t want it to change. But it would be cruel to expect Jeremy and Devon to remain frozen in time like I was.

“Fine, we can stay out of each other’s way. This house is big enough,” I grumbled. “Now, I need to go ice that burn of hers.”

“I'm telling Jeremy that she burned herself while you were talking with her.” Devon grinned as I left the pantry.

I cursed at myself. Apparently, Devon had a death wish.

For my death.

Chapter 22

Daisy

The smell of something delicious tickled my nose, pulling me out of a deep sleep. Groaning, I rolled over and lifted my head from the pillow, glaring at whoever was standing in front of me.

Jeremy was holding a tray in his hands. “Good morning, Duckie. Are you hungry?”

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The nest had been so damn comfortable, it felt like I'd been in a coma instead of a deep sleep. The pregnancy pillow Jeremy gave me had done its job spectacularly, and I didn’t think I’d tossed and turned a single time.

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