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Well that’s interesting.

“We have cameras surrounding the entire area, in an effort to protect our mate since she works long hours,” Domh says. “Every single second is sent back to Caelin, who saves all of it in case it’s important. Tracy, you’re on the camera, though you’re wearing a hat with your hair up. I can tell it’s you, though.”

My lips twist into a mean smile. I’m not even mad about this. I knew they had cameras inside of the haven that I hunted down, but never thought they were outside. I wonder if it was an effort to see when I left work, since I’m terrible at telegraphing my actions.

I’m used to simply doing, explaining why I’m doing it is new to me.

“I don’t understand why you want this organization,” I say. “You have an agenda that’s not something I would ever want to be involved in. I’m nothing like the omega you seem to praise in your posters.”

“That’s exactly why we want it,” Emilia sighs. “I don’t want you or Wren. You’re too damaged to be the front people for this. Omegas are special, while you’ve allowed life to eat you up and spit you up. I’m sure there are people atOmega’s Havenwho can still be saved.”

Thinking about the omegas staying in the shelter, visiting the warehouse for activities, or coming to the outreach center for services, I shake my head.

“I don’t think they need nor want your kind of help,” I murmur. “What you want is control. People deserve choices in how to live their lives, Emilia. I don’t consider myself damaged,but I am damn tired of dealing with you. I believe we’re done here.”

As a unit, my side of the table stands as Emilia snarls at me.

“You’ll regret this, Aisling. You can’t be protected all the time,” she says.

“Please understand that a threat against Aisling and Wren are threats against Corbin Murphy, Pack Mohan, Cian Sullivan, and Pack Hayes,” Shaw rumbles. “I do believe there’s a women’s group who is dying to get their claws into you as well. I suggest you shut the fuck up and leave them alone.”

The older omegas look surprised, but Wren and I have allies, even if we may be surprised by where they lie. Regardless, the women are quiet as we walk out of the conference room, leaving Domh’s paperwork on the table.

Dad stands, his eyes moving over me as if worried Emilia may have done something to me.

“I’m fine,” I tell him with a smile. “I am starving, though. Flynn, are you up for breakfast?”

“Where?” he asks. I can see that he’s beginning to feel very twitchy and uncomfortable.

“How does my home sound?” Dad asks. “My housekeepers are wonderful about keeping scents to a minimum that aren’t fresh flowers.”

“Can I cook?” Flynn asks, wincing. “I’m sure you have a chef and everything…”

“I do, and he won’t mind in the least,” Dad says. “Sometimes you just have to cook out your emotions.”

Flynn stares at him for a long moment and then glances at me. I shake my head to show that I’ve never spoken about him before about his cooking.

“Aisling’s mom used to rage bake when we were together,” Dad admits. “I tried very hard not to piss her off, but it stillhappened. We were both hot headed back then. However, you’re welcome to my kitchen. It’s fully stocked at all times.”

“Okay,” Flynn mumbles. “Ah, thank you.”

Pack Mohan appears shocked for a moment, but rallies quickly. Wren and I have no such tact and wrap our arms around his waist.

“Proud of you,” Wren whispers so only he and I can hear.

“Are they going to be a problem?” Dad asks, giving us a moment.

Caelin slips his laptop away with a sigh, saying, “I think they will be.”

“Ditto,” Shaw grunts. “Let’s wait until we’re at Cian’s before discussing it further. I wouldn’t be surprised if they bugged this room.”

Walking out of the room surrounded by people, I sigh. I don’t think today was a win, but there’s a legal precedent stating Wren and I asked to be left alone.

It’s more than I had before.

Chapter 31

Caelin

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