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“What will you do once you find her?” asked Nick. He was a ‘take-action’ sort of alpha.

“I’m going to ask her to be our omega.”

“It’s not going to be that easy,” said Bruce.

“Wewill go down on our knees if we have to. She’s mine,” I growled.

“Ours,” Dravin corrected.

Bruce pumped his fist into the air, and Nick’s serious face cracked into the first smile I’d seen in a while.

“Exactly. And I’ll be damned if another pack mates and marks her,” I said. “Nick, please work on finding a new omega for the Hawthane Pack. There’s no way in hell I’m handing Jade over to them. Bruce and Dravin, we need to find our omega as soon as possible.”

“I’ll get to work immediately,” said Nick, dashing off to his office.

“We’ll find her,” said Bruce. “And hope to god, she’ll want to give us another chance.”

Twenty-Four

JADE

“What happened, Jade?”

“Are you coming back to us?"

“What happened to your job?”

I was pelted with questions as I carried a box from the car into my parent’s home. Unfortunately, they were all at home at this hour, and there was no sneaking in as I hoped.

“I’ll explain. Just hold on,” I sighed as I dropped the box into my old childhood room. The house was modest. It wasn’t as ginormous as Caleb’s new mansion, but it was enough for a smaller family like ours. Since my brother Jack moved out, we had a lot more space.

I walked past my three dads staring at me in the living room and my mom who was holding a pencil in her hand as she held her student’s papers in her other hand. It was nightfall as I returned to my car for the second box in the trunk. As I made my way back, I tripped and fell onto the cracked sidewalk.

Fuck my life.

“Be careful, kiddo,” said Dad Jon, reaching a hand out. I grasped it, groaning from the pain in my ankle.

“Shit, I think I twisted my ankle,” I said, limping and hopping as he slowly walked me to the house. My other two dads, Seth and Rob, were at my car, carrying my boxes for me into the house.

“Hey, hey, no cussing,” Jon chastised.

“Dad, I’m old as fuck.”

“Jade!” he said, eyes round. “Then you’re not too old to be grounded, young lady.”

“I’m just joking, Dad,” I said, wincing as he sat me on the couch. I reached down, massaging my ankle. My mother ran into the living room with an ice pack, applying it on my ankle. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Doesn’t look sprained,” she said, pressing the coldness against my skin. It eased the pain immensely. I applied pressure on my foot, and I winced again. “Don’t overexert yourself for a few days.”

“I know, Mom,” I said, without reminding her that I was a nurse.

After my dads brought my boxes into the two-story home, they sat around me in the family room expectantly waiting for me to explain what was going on and why I was moving back in with them. I was lying on the couch with my feet on my mom’s lap as she held the ice pack to my ankle.

“Time to tell us what’s going on,” said Dad Seth, clasping his hands on his lap.

I sighed.

There was no more hiding it. I didn’t care anymore at this point.

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