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I’ve been worried about him lately. He and Wren were kidnapped the night of the meeting, and they went through some traumatic events together. It ended with Wren’s abuser dead, but Flynn’s anxiety has been off the charts.

He’s baking so much that he’s either giving away pastries or selling them to the mafia families for events. He hasn’t wanted to hang out with Wren and I when I’m over, either.

A part of me thinks that he knows I can see him. Wren’s worried too, but he blew up at her the last time she asked.

Fuck, I wish we had decent therapists for omegas. If Flynn were ever open to speak to someone, the last thing I’d want is for some asshole to tell him he should have bent over and taken it like a good omega.

It would break him, and I’d end up in jail for murder.

“Every person I spoke to shut down the moment I gave my name,” I explain. “In fact, the more I think about it, the more I wonder if there are people who don’t want us to open The Omega’s Haven. Or, Mr. Thorns spread the word that no one should talk to me when I left his office.”

“You left an impression,” Wren murmurs, taking a bite of a sugar cookie that Flynn made. They’re buttery, light, and don’t appear to have been made in a manic state.

In fact, Flynn looks a little better. I know he may just be making an effort today, because trauma like that doesn’t just disappear, but I’ll enjoy it for now. Wren and I are working up to staging an intervention, but without the proper care afterward, I’m setting him up for failure.

I really need to hire a therapist worth her or his salt, and I’ve already begun putting out feelers for it. I’m going through resumes this week, now that we have paperwork going through for our building.

Suck on that, jerks.

“Maybe,” I grumble, reaching out for another cookie. Sugar therapy is pretty powerful in my opinion, especially after yesterday’s fiasco. “Mr. Thorns basically told me what other alphas have said to me, including three therapists that I’ve quit. Omegas are better suited in a pack servicing their alphas on their knees. If they’re being fucked out of their minds, then they can’t cause trouble.”

“Who said this exactly?” Everest asks, walking into the living room. Shit, I didn’t think he’d be done working outside yet. I’m not afraid of him, but the smile on his lips tell me that he’s holding back a lot of anger right now.

While he may be the jokester of the group, he’s also the most unhinged, I hear.

“People?” I say, swallowing hard.

Frowning, he jumps down into the sunken living room space. His hair is wet and it looks like he just finished showering as he shakes it at us, so we’ll be soaked too. Screaming, we hold pillows up against him, but still manage to get wet.

“Not fair!” I yell. “Ugh, Everest.”

“Will you go away if she tells you?” Wren asks, giggling.

His predatory gaze turns to her, and I know he’s going to pounce a second before he does. Flynn reaches out and pulls me toward him to save me from Everest’s crushing weight, and I chuckle as I wrap my arms around his waist.

He’s a great cuddler, which is all it’ll ever be.

Wren and Flynn are my absolute best friends. I can feel when there’s something wrong, and I blew up Shaw’s phone the moment I knew they were safe. I didn’t want to get in the way of a rescue mission, no matter how much I wanted to know what was going on.

Everest tickles Wren and then kisses her stupid, making me smirk. They had a rough beginning, but they take such good care of her. I think Flynn is finding a softer side too that he didn’t often see. They all needed Wren.

“No sex in front of Aisling,” Flynn calls out, chuckling.

“While I enjoy porn here and there, I don’t like it quite so real,” I tease them, squashing the small bit of stabbing jealousy that hits me.

Dr. Fields wants to stop medicating me through my heats soon and I’m fucking terrified.

“What’s wrong?” Flynn mutters, his brow furrowing.

“Nothing,” I whisper, blinking hard. I want to enjoy my day, not lose my shit over how my biology is fucking me over without lube.

Everest grins down at Wren as he stands, appearing very proud of himself. “I can’t leave either of my omegas alone for long, that’s crazy talk, baby. Shaw needs my help with something, so I’ll give you a small respite. I’ll pick up dinner on the way home. Ais, you’re staying for sushi, right?”

Ugh, why did he have to choose one of my favorite foods? I had it for the first time last month, and now I’m addicted.

“I wasn’t planning to—” I begin to say, and Everest turns, brow raised. “I’d love to, thank you.”

“Good,” he says with a nod, bounding out barefoot from the room.

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