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“So what do you think of MC life?”

I can't help but laugh, more out of shock than actual humor. “Um, well, it’s pretty different from the suburban life I grew up in.”

“Oh I bet. Have you met my omega? Queen? She should be around here somewhere. She’d love to meet you. Queen!” he yells and I hear light footsteps heading this way.

Now I get to meet Reed’s mom. Right now. While I’m dressed like… like a bum. Wearing her son’s clothes. After a several-days-long sex fest.

Oh wow. I take a calming breath, trying to keep it together.

Ace swings his legs in an endearingly childlike way, face completely unbothered like he didn’t just preside over some weird MC court. “So what made you choose my rascal of a son?”

“Well, we met and he, well, is a charmer.”

“Him?” he gasps, pointing to Reed. Reed laughs, pulling his white hair up and rolling his eyes.

“Yes! Then we found out, after I’d fallen for him, that we were scent matches.”

At this, Ace looks legitimately stunned. His gaze moves to Reed, something I think is pride in his eyes as he stares at his son.

“Scent matches? Wow, that explains a lot then.”

“I would have fallen for him either way though.” My nerves evaporate faster each second. I’m much happier and more comfortable hyping up my mates than I am talking about myself. Ace laughs, but I’m serious. So serious.

The door creaks back open, drawing me from my mini daydream about Reed to see a smaller woman, about my height, walk into the room. Queen is a Black woman with polished white nails and a chic brown leather jacket. Her stride is powerful and graceful. She walks with a purpose and if it wasn’t for her warm smile, I'd probably drop dead of nerves.

“Esper?” she calls, reaching a hand out. I take hers much faster than I did Ace’s. She uses my hand and yanks me in for a hug, patting my back in a way that makes me miss my mom.

Once she lets me go, I smile in greeting. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You as well, dear,” she says, taking a step to stand beside Ace, who instantly reaches for her and rests his hands around her waist. “So this is my baby’s Pack.”

“Queen,” Reed groans, but he can’t hide his smile. Or maybe he’s not trying to.

“Yeah, it is.” I reach back to hold Reed’s hand. I stare back at each of my Packmates. One by one, I meet each mate’s gaze, my omega settling and content.

This is my Pack. No matter what anyone says.

CHAPTER 33

REED

The pull in my chest guiding me to Esper has gotten impossible to ignore. Pushing aside all previous doubts and concerns. Nothing matters except her.

It’s why I didn’t stop Soren, who’d barely healed from the scuffle with the Outlaws when he faced off with a prospect.

That was my omega he’d hurt.

As a leader I shouldn’t make exceptions. I shouldn’t give anyone, including my mates, special passes—a worthy goal for next time.

This is an MC, not the damn government. When it comes to Esper, her pain is your pain is the only rule that matters.

I brush my hands through her hair. “Ash is gonna help pack your things and bring you right back here, with us.”

Dad had been sure to remind me about townhall starting in just ten minutes before our Pack moved out toward the parking lot. Asher helps Esper into the truck I bought the other day.

As much as I love Esper on the back of my bike, it definitely has its limitations. I guess it’s good to have a four-wheeled backup on standby.

Soren is mopping the dance floor of Cyclops’ blood, and I smirk at the pink-tinged water. Threats against Esper will be dealt with in blood. Meaning the Outlaws better keep their damn hands to themselves.