Page 120 of Knot My Sin

Cian Sullivan married a beta, and never had children that I know of. I sort of remember Shaw talking about a fall out between them a few months ago, which would make her…

“Aisling, would it be really ignorant to ask how old you are?” I ask, wincing.

“I’m eighteen, and my dad found me almost two years after my mom died. In fact, just a few months ago” she says with a sigh. “I found a job, changed and showered in public bathrooms, and eventually made enough money to get an apartment with a couple of people during those two years. I can’t even call them friends, but we managed to co-exist.”

Asking her anything else is insensitive and none of my damn business, so I simply nod.

“What happened to the wife?” Wren asks softly, shaking her head. “What a terrible person to hide such an important letter.”

“I don’t think I would have let the bitch live,” Jas said softly. “That kind of betrayal…”

“My dad hasn’t ever outright said he killed her, but he’s a hard man,” Aisling says. “I went through a lot during that time, none of it pretty. If you’re serious about helping other omegas, I have some ideas on how to do that.”

Wren’s eyes light up, and I know she’s found what she’s always been meant to do. Wren has been trying to figure out what her aptitude test scores mean for her as far as finding a job, but this is so much better.

“What kind of ideas?” Jasper asks protectively. “Wren has been through a lot, this life is dangerous enough as it is, Aisling.”

Wren glances at her brother in surprise, rolling her eyes.

“Jasper, really,” she mutters. “I am interested in hearing more, though.”

“Safe places for omegas to stay, starting with Minnesota,” Aisling says immediately. “A non-profit that is funded to help runaways so they can start over, and somewhere for omegas with children in the case that their alphas are abusive.”

I feel my own growl as I think about this. She has a good point. There are alphas who twist the alpha-omega relationship.

“We need aptitude tests geared toward omegas to help them find jobs and careers, too,” Wren says immediately. “I would really love to see resources for mental health too.”

“Yes!” Aisling says, nodding wildly. “I’ve been looking for grief counseling and there’s nothing available for us. It’s disgusting.”

“Did we just go into business together?” Wren teases her with a grin.

“Yes!” Aisling throws herself at Wren, almost bowling her over. Thankfully, I’m still holding her, so I keep them both upright.

Jasper snickers as he looks over at me, while I roll my eyes. I’m not used to squealing women, and don’t know what to do with Aisling. Wren is glowing with excitement as she hugs Aisling back though, and she’s laughing. If this makes her happy, I’ll do anything to make it happen.

I also very much doubt that our alphas will deny her this.

“Why don’t you give me your number, Aisling, and I’ll make sure you guys can connect,” I tell her, pulling out my phone as she steps away from us. “Wren doesn’t have a phone yet.”

“God, I don’t think I’d know how to use one,” Wren mutters under her breath.

Aisling looks at Wren oddly for a moment before looking at me, her green eyes assessing. “I feel as if there’s a story there, but it’s none of my business. I also want you to know that we just became best friends, so if these yahoos are assholes to you, I want to know.”

I grin because damn, I really like her.

“I can assure you that I worship the ground my omega walks on,” I say. “I also want your number to be correctly programmed in here, so I should probably do it.

“That’s fair,” Aisling says with a nod, rattling off her number.

“I’m texting you so you have my information as well,” I say, my fingers moving quickly over the keyboard before I tuck it back into my pocket.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Wren,” Aisling says with a grin. “I told Dad about this, but it’s such an immense project for an eighteen year old.”

“Age is just a number,” Wren says with a shrug. “I’m twenty, so we’re pretty evenly matched there. We’ll have something few other people who have ever thought about doing this have.”

“What’s that?” Aisling asks.

“Experience at being an omega with the odds stacked against them who still had to figure shit out,” she says. “An organization like this doesn’t work if it’s not someone like us, and instead becomes a group of individuals who think they know better than us.”

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