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Morgan was writing stories covering different events in town. She’d make sure the newspaper ran the dates they were happening, and then she’d attend a few events in Minneapolis with a report of how it was.

People seemed to really like the stories because it helped them plan their weekends. These same events also got media exposure, which helped to draw in more people for the following year.

Morgan loves people and staying busy, so this served both ways.

“Well, I think it’s bullshit,” I growl. “Can I fuck with them? Please?”

“I usually would hesitate to unleash you on anyone, but I’m really pissed off about it,”she admits. “Iloved going to Lyonsfor my journalism degree. The only saving grace is that I have an editing minor so I won’t starve.”

“You’re so overdramatic,” I groan. “You know damn well no one is going to let anything happen to you, Morgan. I’m sending you a hundred dollars now. If you need more, I want you to tell me. Do your parents know yet?”

“They do,” she says with a sigh. “Dad wants to attach pretty cement shoes to their feet and drop them into the deepest lake in Minnesota.”

“He is my favorite uncle,” I admit with a grin. That’s a lie, I don’t really have one, but if I did, it would be him. “Are you going to let him?”

“They’re well known in the community,”she complains. “People would miss them.”

“I’ll cut off the fingers they don’t need,” I promise, enjoying her snort of laughter. “So are you saying that you’re looking for editing positions?”

“Possibly,” she says. “I’m going to enjoy the end of December, and then start sending out resumes. I put out some feelers to newspapers for journalism positions, and got shut down hard.”

“That’s so shitty of them,” I grunt. “I’ll talk to the guys. They may want to help, because I handled Meghan’s pack on my own.”

“The psychopaths got jealous, huh?” she teases. “I need to go visit Meghan soon and her sweet baby. At least that’s one benefit of all my extra time.”

“Bring her to New Years’ dinner,” I tell her. “She’ll need family around. Meghan did nothing wrong, I don’t want her to hide away.”

“Thanks. I’ll tell her. I know her mom wants to see her. She just feels so much shame over it,”she explains.

I remember the things they said to me before I killed them and shudder. Meghan was their slave, and they beat herregularly. I don’t know if they hurt her kid, but I made sure they screamed for me just in case.

I didn’t have as much time to torture them as I would have liked, so I tied the alphas to the heavy dining room table and lit them on fire.

They were the origin of the fire. Aiden made sure the ropes were cut away and removed when he sent men out to check my work. That’s what pack is for, after all.

Pack Neumann will never hurt Meghan again either way.

“Meghan has nothing to feel ashamed about,” I say. “They were terrible alphas. It’s hard to escape when you have constant broken bones and you’re afraid for your son. We’ll keep reminding her of that. She’s out now. That’s what she should focus on.”

“Thanks to you,” Morgan sighs.

“Nope, you helped by telling me, and getting her a place at Omega’s Haven,” I remind her. “Stop selling yourself short.”

“Ugh. And please don’t send me money, I’m fine,” she says.

I’m pulling into my driveway as she says this and park before pulling up my app to send money. Since she’s being a brat, I send her six hundred dollars and then disable it, so she can’t boomerang it back.

“Mmhmm, sure,” I say. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Wait, what’s this notification on here? Evan, did you really?—?”

“Love you, bye!” I call out before hanging up.

I swear, it’s the little things in life that make me happy.

As I’m getting out of the car, I see my mom’s phone number pop up, and I sigh, knowing it’ll be a short-lived high of success.

“Hi, Mom,” I mumble.

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