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“They usually choose something the person is good at or interested in,” Wynn said.

Alarm bells rang in my head. What if I was assigned a job I was horrible at?

“Where will I be?” I asked.

“Wherever you want. You’ll have the same choice as everyone else in the pack. One of us will accompany you tomorrow, and we’ll show you around so you can decide,” Wynn replied.

My next question vanished from my mind the moment we reached the bedroom. Bishop opened a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall, and Alaric guided me inside.

Their scents swirled around me, and my vision went hazy with bliss.

Floor-to-ceiling windows with thick curtains lined the right side of the wall, and a pair of french doors opened onto a balcony. The carpet was plush and gray, and the rustic furniture left plenty of space for movement.

An enormous circular bed sat in the center of the room, piled high with pillows and thick blankets.

“This is our room,” I said, unsure if I was asking a question or making a statement.

“Yeah.” Bishop put my bag down by the door. “We’ve already cleared out a section of the closet,” he said, pointing to the sliding door on my right.

“We’ll pick up some more things for you in the square tomorrow,” Alaric added.

My hands fluttered up to my chest before I crossed my arms in front of me, nodding.

Wynn cleared his throat and motioned for the others to follow him into the hall. “Well, we’ll leave you here to get settled.”

They shut the door behind them, and I collapsed onto the bed. Nothing was what I expected—least of all my mates.

Fragile hope blossomed within me, but it was too early to tell if I was looking at the situation through rose-colored glasses.

I was still their Omega, expected to bear their pups. It was the only reason I was in Hidden Creek, and I had to remember that.

Our males will put us above all else, my wolf protested, but I wasn’t sure I agreed.

Chapter 8

Wynn

“Everything’s confirmed?” I asked Bishop over the comms unit.

“Yes. All the males have been notified of the meeting, and the shops will close early.”

“Good, and Alaric?”

“At the outpost now, doing a final perimeter sweep and getting the remaining Enforcers.”

“All right. We have to remind them that these rules are for all the Omegas that will one day join us in Hidden Creek, not just Isolde. We also can’t forget to discuss the Alpha and Beta females, who will have the toughest time adjusting.”

“Well said, Alpha. I’ll see you at the meeting.” Bishop hung up.

A trickle of fear skated down the newly formed bond, and I contemplated Isolde’s sudden burst of emotion. Her uncertainty lingered in my chest, thrumming like a plucked string. She hadn’t figured out how to block the bond yet, and I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse.

Since Bishop and Alaric had already left for the command center, I was Isolde’s closest mate. I sighed, not processing any of the reports in front of me.

Isolde had absolutely no idea what she could do. No doubt she thought this was a matter of what was allowed of her. As much as that irritated me, I understood why she felt that way. Who knew what she thought a pack would do with her after the Hunt?

I never wanted a mate until Isolde. Hell, I still didn’t know if I could be the type of male a female needed. She was so hesitant and soft. She reminded me of my mother, who was claimed and taken like all Omegas. We didn’t have a choice when it came down to it, but neither did they.

Though my mother had tried to keep her sorrow from my sister, we knew how lonely she was. Most males chose to keep their Omega confined in their dens, and they were seldom allowed to interact with members of their pack. The loneliness and lack of choice destroyed her spirit, killing her from the inside out.

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