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The ad had discussed some of this, and then I pulled together a deeper dive of Omega’s Haven through word of mouth. “Do you have any social media accounts?”

“We do,” Wren says with a nod. “I’ve been running them since Aisling is at the Haven more often. As we add services, I update the accounts. Omega Link is one I just joined as Omega’s Haven, and it’s more of a microblogging platform. I’ve been learning a lot about these.”

Ambrose gives an indulgent smile, and I bet his face muscles don’t often get a lot of movement in that direction. I know for a fact, though, that people think the same of our pack, so I shouldn’t give him so much shit.

“It’ll be a good way to push the website too,” I explain. “I can create and offer maintenance as well for the website.”

Aisling hurries over, wiggling out of her coat as she sits. I heard she got into an altercation with Pack Dayton, but I don’t see any blood on her clothes. She also looks perfectly normal and happy.

Huh, looks like our girl isn’t a stranger to violence.

“I’m so sorry about that,” she says breathlessly. “I didn’t think they were going to let go.”

Wren chuckles under her breath and Aisling shrugs.

“I’m here now, I promise. Where are we?” she asks.

Looping her in, I discuss ideas, and Aisling and Wren volley them back. We go over the price point as well, even though I really want to donate it to them and call it a tax write off.

“What is your stance on donation for services?” I ask. “I want to donate the website and upkeep to the Haven. Having a place to disseminate information is an important part of driving people who need your services to you. Things that your possible residents or outreach clients will need to know are if you take male and female omegas. Do you have that on your socials?”

“We were talking about that the other day,” Wren says as Aisling nods. “While I do have that on social media when I post, we still worry about if male omegas will feel comfortable coming to see us.”

“Do you have any males on staff?” I ask. I’m curious, because it could help if there are.

“We have two male betas currently working for us that aren’t working security,” Aisling says. “One works our hotline, while the other works with clients in Outreach. I would love to see a male omega coming into the group we run weekly, but our male omega is a bit of a recluse.”

Flynn.

Ambrose glances at us a moment before picking up his phone to fiddle with it. I still see the flash of pain, making me wonder if something’s wrong with their omega. Domh mentioned how protective they are of Aisling as well, stating that Pack Mohan considers her family.

We’re going to need to be careful as we navigate very tumultuous waters.

“That makes sense,” I say with a nod. “Do you have a mission statement? Maybe we can work it into it and put it at the forefront of the website too.”

“Are you serious about donating all of this time?” Wren asks, eyes wide. “We won’t say no, but we do have a budget to pay you for this.”

“Save it for something else,” I tell her easily with a shrug. “I really want to do this.”

Aisling gazes at me for a moment as if she’s trying to place me, but I jump into something else to distract her. An hour later, Domh is walking into the coffee shop, his eyes looking for Aisling. He pretends not to notice me before nodding to himself when he sees our little poppet.

Walking over to the counter, he places a coffee order, chatting a bit with the owner. Mr. Lars grunts as he speaks with Domh, and I decide Aisling is a pretty special person to have such a curmudgeon on her side.

“I’ll send you the link to the website before I make it live for approval,” I tell Aisling and Wren, closing up the laptop.

“Can I see your forearm?” Aisling asks boldly. “You have a tattoo, right?”

“Finally recognized me, hmm poppet?” I ask with a chuckle, pulling up my sleeve. The compass moves up my entire arm in shades of black ink. It’s to remind me that my pack is my true north.

I stop short of where the word Hayes is written, because that’s information she doesn’t need yet.

The orchid on my laptop is a color version of what Domh has on his arm, but it’s different enough that it shouldn’t trigger the association. Every step is carefully choreographed for success with Aisling, and if we need to pivot, we do.

Soon, poppet. You’ll see you’re ours.

“It took me a second,” she says with a grin. “You should have said something.”

“It was a couple of months ago at best,” I remind her. “Though, I haven’t forgotten. Now I have a name to attach to the pretty omega.”

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