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PACK HOUSE

Stephen's footsteps echoed through the empty rooms of his home, a haunting reminder of the absence that hung in the air. The familiar sights of family life were replaced with a void, leaving him with a gnawing desperation. It was this desperation that drove him to approach a nearby omega.

"Send your Luna Delilah upstairs," Stephen demanded, his voice carrying the weight of worry.

The omega hesitated, uncertainty furrowing his brows. "Luna Delilah? But she and Nathan are not at home. Alpha Noah had come to take them."

Frustration etched on Stephen's face, deepening the lines of concern. He swiftly dialed Delilah's number, each ring echoing the growing tension in his chest. Finally, she answered.

"Are you staying there tonight?" Stephen questioned, anger seeping into his words like cracks in a dam holding back emotions.

Taken aback, Delilah responded, her voice carrying a mixture of surprise and trepidation, "No."

"Then what time should I expect you back here?" Stephen press