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“No, you look stunning, as always,” he says, dragging me along next to him.

“It’s not too much cleavage?” I ask, eyes wide.

“You were just at your dad’s house. You’re worried about that now?” he asks with a surprised look.

“Eh, Dad doesn’t really pay attention to what I wear like that. He just tells me I look beautiful,” I say, shrugging.

“Well, the boss is always right,” Caelin says, lips brushing along my temple. “Look who I found, everyone!”

Glaring at him before I wipe it away to smile, we walk into the living room where there are a lot of people. I can see the assembly of family members also extends into the kitchen and outside, and take a deep breath so I don’t get overwhelmed.

Fuck, what a way to meet your pack’s family.

“Hi,” a woman says with light brown wavy hair and light blue eyes.

Caelin’s eyes are hidden behind his glasses, but I know they’re the same shade.

“Are you Caelin’s mom?” I ask, taking a guess.

She has laugh lines along her lips and forehead, and her gaze is shrewd.

“Yes. My name is Grace,” she says. “Let me steal you away. Caelin’s been keeping you hidden. I don’t even care if you were kidnapped for a good portion of that time.”

Caelin coughs out his laugh, moving me into his mother’s orbit. I say that because she really is a force of nature.

“How is your father?” she asks, slipping her arm through mine as we wander the room.

“He’s wonderful,” I tell her. “We spent the day together chatting in his backyard.”

“Tell me about it,” she insists.

“It’s a covered patio with comfortable sofas, there’s flowers everywhere so the air is always fragrant, and a small fire pit,” I explain. “He also has heaters so it’s never too cold, as well as blankets. It’s kind of an omega’s paradise.”

“You’re his only daughter, right?” she asks.

“Ah, as far as I know,” I say hesitantly.

“He never had children with his now deceased wife,” Grace confirms.

I didn’t think that was common knowledge…Grace winks at me as she sees my surprise. “His wife wouldn’t have lived long either way,” she says. “Divorce was too kind for her. Now, tell me about what you do for a living?”

I’m pulled into conversation with her for a moment, in awe of how nice she is, while still clearly not having time for bullshit.

“I guess I’ll introduce you to Domh’s mom,” Grace grumbles. “Theresa!”

Domh’s mom is short, has curves for days, and gorgeous blonde waves in her hair. Excited, she hurries over, hugging me.

“Finally!” she exclaims. “I swear I was trying to be patient.”

While overwhelming, they’re incredibly nice as they walk me around introducing people. It’s difficult to remember everyone, but I’m game to try.

“Oye!” a man yells, walking inside. “Stop hoarding her, Grace.”

“I guess,” she says with a sigh. I can tell they’re pack by the familiarity in their eyes and easy teasing.

Making our way through the back door, my jaw drops as I see the transformed space. The back porch is extended into a deck, with a pretty sloped covering over it. There’s a seating area out here, the garden created beyond it with pavers that weave a path through it. The aesthetic fits perfectly with the wild trees and forest beyond it, and my jaw drops.

“How?” I whisper, blinking rapidly. There’s beauty and structure where there was chaos before, and it’s hard to believe.

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