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Everyone here will like you. Just relax, darlin’.”
    “I’ll try.”
    He led her to the door of the massive carport, they stepped into the entry hall, and he guided her toward the kitchen dining room. Everyone was already seated at the long table, and food was just being served.
    Justin got up from his seat, and so did Roan. Chet stood behind Sam and placed his hands on her shoulders while his brothers stood to either side of her.
    “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Samantha Winters. She’ll be staying with us for a while and also working at the club,” Justin announced.
    Chet looked down to see Sam had bowed her head, her eyes toward the floor. Little did she know that her submissive gesture would please his family but most of all his Alphas.
    The Alphas shared responsibility in leading their pack, but if there was ever any conflict with decision making and Jonah, the lead Alpha, decided to take control, his word was Pack Law.
    Chet was often amazed at the power of his Alphas but especially of Jonah. He could use his voice to command at will and demand acquiescence, as could Mikhail and Brock, but Jonah was the much more formidable of the three.
    Everyone in the pack had responsibilities, and no one took their tasks lightly. There was a chain of command that had to be obeyed, even though all pack members were an integral part of the family and had input into what decisions were made.
    Roan, Justin, and Chet had planned to be Betas since they had reached puberty. Most of the time pack members were born into the levels of hierarchy, but sometimes, if a wolf proved he was worthy, he could work his way up the ranks. Chet and his brothers were now one step away from reaching their goal. They only had to prove to the Alphas they had the strength needed to keep the pack safe.
    But how the hell they were going to do that when they hadn’t been challenged by the other Betas, or by anyone else, he had no clue.
    “Come on, honey, and I’ll introduce you around.” Justin took hold of Sam’s hand. He led her over to Jonah, Mikhail, Brock, and Michelle.
    Once the introductions were over, Justin seated her next to him, and Roan sat at her other side. Damn, he was going to have to work out a system with Roan about taking turns with the seating arrangements. He knew Justin wouldn’t relinquish his seat as he considered himself the most Alpha out of the three of them.
    Angie, their chief cook and housekeeper, and her daughter Cindy greeted Sam, and Michelle, along with Keira and Talia, tried to put her at ease. But he could tell she was uncomfortable. Chet wished he knew what he could do to get her to relax, but nothing came to mind. Taking the chair next to Roan, he began to eat.
    “How can you still be hungry?” Sam asked Roan quietly. “You just ate dinner at the club.”
    “We have fast metabolisms, darlin’. We eat a lot,” Chet replied, leaning forward to see her around Roan, giving a smile and a wink. “You should eat something, Sam. You hardly touched your dinner.”
    “Thank you, but I’m just not hungry.”
    With dinner over, he glanced at Sam and saw she was barely able to keep her eyes open, so he stood and walked up behind her.
    “Do you want to go to your room now, darlin’? You look exhausted,” he whispered quietly against her ear. At her nod he pulled her chair back and helped her to her feet. His poor little darlin’ was so tired she barely glanced around as he led her to the third floor, where their rooms were. He showed her to her room and where the bathroom was and left her to bathe while he went to get her bags from her car.
    His brothers were already in their living room when he returned. Justin was pacing back and forth in agitation and Roan was sprawled out on the sofa, looking relaxed, but he knew better. They were both wound tighter than a clock spring. His wolf, hearing water splashing in the bathroom, began chafing at the bit to be set free. Imagining Sam in their tub, gloriously naked,