Page 20 of Hunting Their Omega

“Isolde,” I said, shocked to be acknowledged at all.

“I trust that everything went smoothly in my absence,” Alaric said from behind me, slipping a possessive hand around my waist.

Valor gave him a sharp nod, expressly looking away from me. “Everyone remained within territory limits while you were away, and there were no incidents.”

“Good. Gather the males. There will be a meeting within the hour, and the Alpha wants everyone in attendance.”

Wynn took my hand to guide me through the gates, and as my skin tingled beneath his grasp, I became aware of just how little he touched me. Alaric and Bishop were open with their affection, almost as if they couldn’t help themselves, but Wynn was more reserved.

Was he uncomfortable with me?

My wolf surged forward, distracting me from my worries as she eagerly pressed against my skin.

I took a deep breath, smelling grass, pine, and beech trees. I spotted a circular cluster of homes in the distance with people milling about.

I knew packs were private and preferred to live where they could freely shift, but I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect a . . . town.

“Hidden Creek is almost completely self-sustained,” Wynn explained as we walked to its center. “Agriculture, textiles, machinery, technology, medicine—you’ll find it all here on pack lands.”

I nodded, making eye contact with a few pack members as they peeked out of shops and homes.

I glanced at the dense forest that surrounded Hidden Creek.

“How big is your territory?”

“Five hundred and six acres of land, the majority of which are woods,” Bishop said, nodding to pack members as we strolled down the road.

My wolf purred, content, and warmth flooded my veins. My eyes snagged on every feature of the land, cataloging the leaves, birds, and people at every opportunity. I desperately wanted to draw this life-filled place.

We approached a two-story log cabin in the center of town. On the ride to Hidden Creek, Alaric told me the Alpha’s house was in the epicenter of the pack.

Home, my wolf whispered.

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Once inside, I gaped at the immaculate interior. The cabin boasted high ceilings, an open layout, plush furniture, and fur rugs—not to mention the scent of my mates, which clung to everything. I inhaled leather, rain, and spice as I tentatively walked around. It was strange to think I would live there, among such finery and comfort.

I turned to find all three of my men lingering by the door, waiting for me to say something.

“It’s amazing,” I said, awkwardly searching for the right words. “I can’t believe this is where I’m going to live.”

“You can change anything you don’t like,” Wynn said, the skin around his eyes pulling tight.

“No, really, it’s perfect.”

His shoulders dropped, and behind him, Alaric and Bishop blew out a breath.

Relief flooded through the bond. They wanted me to be happy in their home, and the thought made my head fuzzy.

A lazy smile spread over Alaric’s face as he reached for my hand. “Let me show you the bedroom. You can rest and take a proper shower before the pack welcome.”

“Pack welcome?” I questioned, following him up the stairs.

“We want you to get familiar with the pack. It will help you on your first day out.”

“Out? Doing what?”

“Whatever you want. Wynn wasn’t lying when he said we have everything anyone could need on pack lands, including different jobs. Every pack member is responsible for contributing to the pack,” Bishop said.

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