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Not that I'd ever used the deadbolts. They had already been installed when we took over the station, and I'd never seen a need for them. My pack mates and team needed to be able to reach me whenever.

Suddenly, I found myself glad of their existence, though, if it made the omega feel safer.

“I won’t be putting anyone out?” she asked.

“Nope, we prefer to room together,” I said, lying through my teeth. I didn't want to lie, but this omega was giving me the impression that she would refuse to take my room if she realized I usually slept there.

It would be painfully obvious once we got to the station that I usually slept there. All my belongings were in that room and my scent covered every surface. But I was hoping that, by the time she was there, she wouldn't protest.

Her safety was most important.

What was an omega like her even doing living in an area like this? Half of the buildings were condemned, and the few that weren’t didn’t exactly attract the best tennants.

“Okay… if you’re sure. But only for a few nights,” she insisted.

I nodded, opting to go along with what she was saying—though I had no intention of letting her leave until she had somewhere safe for her and her boy to stay.

“Only for a few nights.”

Chapter 5

Sunny

Am I going insane?Maybe the smoke inhalation had gone to my head, because before I even realized it, I was in a car heading to the fire station where I was going to be staying for the next few nights.

I had struggled to say a single word when the fire captain came and spoke to me. When Rune and Blaze had told me about him, I thought he was going to be an old man who was all comforting and warm.

Instead, the man that had approached me, while having gray hair, was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen in my life. He had those thin, sort of wiry muscles that would still be highly sufficient at tossing me across a room in a sexy way, and deep expressive eyes. He didn't look much older than the other firefighters I'd been speaking to, mid-thirties at the oldest, despite his graying hair.

Fuck me, I wanted to run my fingers through that hair. As soon as he’d approached me, common sense left my mind, and all I could think about was leaning forward to get a good sniff of him.

He smelled sugary, like sweet, smoky marshmallows. When he started talking to me, it dawned on me he was in a pack withan alpha that smelled like graham crackers and an alpha that smelled like chocolate.

All of them had a slight smoky tinge to their scent—in the best way.

They smelled like a pack of goddamned s’mores.

I loved s’mores.

Sweets were my weakness, and these guys were potent. If I had been standing, I was certain my knees would have been weak from their scents.

Despite his candy smell, Walker screamed power and dominance. I had no doubt he would protect me, which was insane, because I was typically far more cautious.

These alphas, though… something about them radiated safety, and I wanted to throw myself at them.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t grab any of your belongings,” Rune said from his spot on the back seat next to me. “Hopefully, in a few days, we’ll be able to recover a few bits.”

I nodded. It would be no big loss if I couldn't get any of our stuff back. Most of it was cheap, secondhand stuff. There were only a few sentimental items that I hoped made it through. I was more concerned with the practical things, like Luka’s sippy cup, his favorite blanket. The single sleeping onesie he didn’t wriggle out of every time because he hated wearing them.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, hugging Luka closer. He was out like a light, the stress of the fire exhausting him.

I had no idea what I was going to wear or what Luka was going to wear. In the immediate aftermath of the fire, I had been so distracted that I hadn’t realized I was sitting in front of three alphas wearing a tiny nightdress and underwear that was hardly a scrap of fabric.

Usually, my underwear covered a lot more, but I’d really needed to do laundry, so I was wearing one of the flirtier pairs.

I honestly didn't know if that was a good or bad thing in this instance. No one wanted to be rescued by hot firefighters while wearing their granny panties.

The drive to the station was short, and Blaze chatted away happily from the front passenger seat. There had been several engines and fire cars on the scene, and we piled into one of the cars to get back. Now that I was in a cramped vehicle with the three of them, the overwhelming scent of s’mores was even more powerful than before.

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