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“Dr. Alys just texted me. I have a session tomorrow scheduled. I need to go, I just can’t believe I forgot.”

Opening my calendar on my phone, I add the appointment in.

“Do you like her?” Flynn asks in a small voice.

Glancing at him, I give him a soft smile. “Yes, I adore her. She’s working for Omega’s Haven and has already seen a few of the residents. They’re raving about her. Do you think you might want to see her?”

Flynn bites his lip and nods. “Baking isn’t working as well as it used to,” he says. “It’s out of control, and I had to start selling my desserts to the families, which means I hyper fixated even more on it all being perfect.”

“They always are,” I remind him. “But, that’s not the point, is it?”

Flynn shakes his head, his fingers raking through his hair as he steals another spoonful of ice cream before Wren passes it back to me. Sucking hard on the spoon, he swallows convulsively.

“It doesn’t stop the phantom fingers,” he whispers. “The feeling of Trey hurting me, how scared I was that he was going to break Wren finally. I was so focused on helping her break his alpha bark, I shut out everything else. But now… the nightmares make me remember.”

Putting aside the carton on the coffee table, I stand and walk over to him. Wren tugs him closer, while Ambrose continues to sleep. Climbing up next to him, we wrap our arms around him as he talks.

“There’s only so long you can hide from your mind,” I rasp. “Eventually, it all bubbles up to the surface and it sucks.”

“It does,” he whimpers. Ambrose flinches, sitting up as he hears Flynn’s broken voice.

“Baby boy,” he says, his voice cracking from sleep. “I want in on this hug immediately.”

Nodding, we make some space for Ambrose to move over and wrap his arms around Flynn.

“What hurts?” Ambrose asks.

It’s such a simple question, yet it makes me sob quietly. I have a feeling Flynn has been suppressing everything that hurts for a while. Wren hides her face in Flynn’s neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

“My heart hurts,” Flynn rasps. “It hurts so much.”

Shaw and Everest run in as if they can feel his pain, which I don’t know if they are. I don’t understand everything about the pack bond, but they’re in tune with each other.

“Then we’ll fix it,” Shaw says, wrapping his arms around Flynn and I. I’m trapped by alphas as Everest hugs Wren and Flynn, but I don’t care.

I knew this was close, I was just waiting for him to break.

“How do we fix it?” Everest asks, finding Flynn’s temple to kiss him.

“I think I want to talk to this woman Aisling has an appointment with,” Flynn mumbles. I don’t care who knows about it, since it’s not necessarily a secret.

I definitely don’t have many of those from this pack anyway. I’m an open book with these people.

“Who is that?” Ambrose asks, peeking up at me.

“Dr. Alys Edwards,” I tell him. “She’s a new psychologist that I’m also contracting for Omega’s Haven. She has her patients’ best interests in mind. I did a lot of research.”

I’m aware that they trust me not to send Flynn to the wolves. He’s too fragile right now to deal with anyone who doesn’t want to genuinely help him. His trauma is staring at him in the face, and it’s raw and angry after a year of being ignored.

The time table of trauma is different for everyone. Flynn really didn’t think he needed any help, until things started to spiral. Now I actually have a direction to run in to help him.

“Do you want to see her, Flynn?” Shaw rumbles. Each of these alphas have their flaws, but they adore their omegas and each other. They weren’t going to push him to do something hedidn’t want either, because Flynn is one of the most stubborn human beings that I’ve ever met.

“Yes, I do,” Flynn whispers, sniffling. “I can’t do this anymore. All I see is his face when I close my eyes.”

Struggling to hide my crying, I bury my face in Flynn’s shirt.

“If I could kill him again, I would,” Wren sobs, which sets me off.

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