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The drive out to Pack Mohan isn’t too bad, and I follow the directions Wren texted me. After going through a large gate with a video camera and down a long drive, I smile as I see their home.

“Paranoid as fuck,” Gabe grumbles before stepping out of my car.

He’s not wrong.

Wren and Aisling greet us as we walk up to the house. A quick tour of the bottom half of the house and a wave to Flynn who is glaring at a screen where a chef is speaking in a heavy French accent is all it takes before the four of us move to the she-shed.

This little house is perfect for their headquarters to talk about all things business.

I spend the afternoon talking and laughing with them as I eat pastries that are perfect, and toasting to the busy chef inside of the house.

“What do you see for The Omega’s Haven?” I ask Aisling and Wren. “If you could name three programs you want to see happen almost immediately once the building is ready, what would they be?”

“A twenty-four hour hotline,” Wren says immediately. “I already have volunteers set up to work from home so someone is always available. Sometimes people just want to chat, other times it’s a little more serious.”

“I can’t believe Jasper got our paperwork through so fast for the building. It’s ours,” Aisling says with a happy sigh. “I was so close to tears when I happened to run into him.”

Aisling explains what happened and how her designation and age were a factor while she was checking out buildings that said they were for sale.

“Now that it’s ours, I’m admitting I need help. I’m working with Shaw for contractors who can do the work well,” Aisling says. “No one wants to work with an eighteen-year-old omega, even if I can take care of myself.”

“Assholes,” Gabe grumbles. “What else do you see for the Haven?”

“Community group,” Aisling says. “Not strictly therapy, but somewhere safe to talk about things. We can offer it in outreach in the evenings. The building I found with Jasper is huge. The front part can be used to meet with omegas who need help, and identify what services they need. Then, the back area is perfect for a shelter. It'll be a safe place for omegas and their families to stay. I also want there to be a space for those who need to ride out a heat alone.”

I wrinkle my nose because I know how hard it is to do that. “Please offer good toys, porn, and well insulated walls,” I tell her. “En suite bathrooms where they can soak in bathtubs. Maybe a rage room to just fuck shit up.”

“I didn’t think about a rage room,” Wren murmurs, making a note. “We can find things before they go to the dump to smash. I like this idea.”

“Self defense is important,” Aisling says. “I know you offered to do a class, Gabe. Tell us about your business too. You skipped over all of that when you called us before.”

Gabriel flushes with embarrassment before he explains how he wants to open a martial arts studio that not only caters to fighters who are men and women, but also teaches self defense to children as well. If that kid wants to move into professional fighting, he’s okay with that.

“Once a week, I’d like to come to the outreach part of the Haven to teach a class on self defense,” he says. “I also want to eventually have a woman who can teach it as well, because I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. However the knowledge comes, I think it’s important to have.”

Continuing to brainstorm, I find myself enjoying myself up until it’s time to go.

“Cerenity,” Wren says as she walks us out. “Would you be interested in helping us lead group? It wouldn’t need to be each week, but it would be nice to have someone other than Aisling and I.”

“I’d love that,” I agree. “Thank you for asking.”

Saying goodbye, I can’t stop smiling all the way home. Maybe one day my mom will sit in a group and be able to help others. I’m convinced now she doesn’t have a mental disorder, but instead my fathers are making her anxious and depressed.

My mother has gone through enough, it’s time for Pack Cockburn to meet an unfortunate end.

Chapter Thirty

GABRIEL

“Your hair is so fluffy,” I tease Auggie as I play with it.

The five of us are at a big conference table at Jasper’s realtor’s office going through photos so we can decide what properties we want to look at, while Bailey checks on something Tommy asked about.

“I need to get it cut,” Auggie grumbles with a smirk as he picks up a photo. “It’s been so busy.”

“Bluebell makes a great hairstylist,” Tommy says with a chuckle. “You should definitely have her cut your hair.”

Cerenity blushes as she rolls her eyes. I don’t know how, but his hair is still a brilliant shade of blue and shows no signs of dulling.

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