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She deconstructed her nest. Packed it all up, Russ.

She did what? Her entire nest?

Rafe

And all of the clothes we bought.

Tell me you have her.

On our way.

I store my phone in my back pocket and climb into the driver's seat.

It's a quiet trip to the condo, with Jordan looking out the window blankly the entire ride. Once I park, I'm surprised she lets me carry her into the elevator and through the front door.

My eyes catch on the diner painting before landing on the three men who lived that painting with her.

My packmates.

Simon is pacing frantically, green hair sticking out at all angles, and his eyes are red from crying. Almost the polar opposite, Rafe is rigid, his body coiled tight and his face expressionless as he stares directly at me. He looks like he's barely hanging on by a thread, a teddy bear clutched tightly in his right hand.

But it's Cyrus that surprises me most of all.

The massive Alpha looks nearly feral, his hair wild around his face like a mane, his skin splotchy and glistening in sweat. He stalks towards me, reaching out and making grabbing motions towards Jordan.

"Give her to me," he says roughly. "Please."

I look down at my Omega and silently ask if she wants to go. All at once, her emotions come rushing through the bond, her fear, despair, and resignation nearly making my knees buckle.

How did I not realize she'd been blocking me from feeling her?

Jordan nods, just in case the acceptance I feel through the bond wasn't enough to let me know she is okay with me passing her off to Cyrus.

He gently lifts her from my arms and holds her to his chest, heading towards the bedroom and the newly emptied-out nest.

Chapter fifty

Cyrus's body vibrates withemotion, but without a bond, I can't be sure exactly which ones they are.

Icarus, on the other hand, has been pushing his anxiety and angst down the bond all day. Luckily, it blended in enough with my own that it wasn't distracting.

I don't speak as Cyrus carries me through my bedroom towards my nest. He's in for a rude awakening when he sees that it's empty.

"There's no point in going in here." I close my sore eyes for a moment, dipping my face into the crook of his neck and enjoying the sweet blackberry wine scent that is strongest there.

He grunts and puts me on my feet wordlessly, spinning me around gently by my shoulders to reveal my nest.

Everything has been put back in its place, for the most part.

With a large step into the center of the recessed mattress, I drop heavily to my knees and cannot contain the whine that spills out of me.

"You put it back together. Why would you put it back together?" Hot tears track down my face as the mattress moves around me, and the four Alphas settle within my nest.

Simon reaches out for my hand and entwines our fingers. "I don't know why you took it apart, but we knew you'd need it when you came back. I hope we got it right."

It's better than right.

Because they put it together, their scents are even more potent here than before. It's just missing Icarus's calming eucalyptus scent, but a t-shirt or pair of pants shoved in a pillowcase should fix that problem.

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