Arlene's POV
My pulse hammers against my ribs as we pull up to the packhouse. The moment I step through the door, the omegas and Lucy surround me with obvious relief written across their faces. Their embraces feel warm and reassuring, but it's Janet who makes my throat tighten with emotion. The elder omega who manages the household immediately places her weathered hand against my stomach, her smile so bright it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
"Sweet girl, are you hurt? What about the twins? Please tell me they're safe," she rushes the words together, barely pausing for breath.
"We're fine," I tell her, my voice steadier than I feel. "The twins are with their grandmother."
Lucy steps closer, guilt shadowing her features. "I'm so sorry this happened."
"Was anyone else injured?" The question tumbles out before I can stop it.
