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“Hello, sweet boy. I hope your mommy brings you to us more often now that she’s back.”

“I will,” Meghan promises quickly, swallowing hard. Handing her a glass of water, I raise my brow to make sure she’ll be able to hold it together. This makes me want to kill her pack all over again.

“Where are you staying?” Mom asks.

“A place called Omega’s Haven,” Meghan replies. “They’re really nice, have all of these resources available, and I’ve started applying to go back to school. Maybe work at a kitchen job to get back on my feet.”

My mom glances at me as she cuddles Benji in her arms. I nod at her to let Meghan do this her way. We could easily step in and help, but I don’t think she wants it.

“Tell me more about Omega’s Haven,” Mom says instead. “Your mom and I have been looking at new charities to donate to.”

You mean, funnel the only clean money our family has into a worthy cause.I barely hold back a snort as I take a sip of water. A lot of what my dads earn isn’t legal, which means it isn’t claimed on taxes.

However, anything that is, our moms make sure to donate a large portion, so that the government doesn’t give us a second glance.

This way, we break even, without getting any pushback from the government after we file taxes. Life is all about balance and a certain amount of grace.

“Aisling is so nice,” Meghan gushes, beginning to explain everything that she’s been working on. “The computer lab has been helping me apply for scholarships to go back to school, and they’re getting a daycare together with people who are actually good with kids.”

“Good,” Mom says. “We are also available for babysitting, you know. I’m just putting it out there. I’m going to grab him a snack. Can he have cheese and crackers? Does he have any allergies?”

Meghan shakes her head as Mom grins, and my aunt gets up to join her.

“Does this mean we get to spoil the baby?” Aunt Rebecca asks. She’s practically been sitting on her hands, waiting for a sign that she can move in.

“Yes,” Meghan says with a giggle. The moms ignore the tears as she quickly swipes them away.

“Welcome home, baby,” Aunt Rebecca says with a smile.

“I told you they were excited for you to come to dinner,” Morgan whispers to her once they leave.

“I know,” she sighs. “I just feel like I fucked up my entire life.”

“Meghan Ann Whelan,” one of her fathers roars from the other end of the table. We all cringe at it, and I curse under my breath.

“You’re in for it now,” I mutter.

Leaning forward, he glares at me too. Here’s to equal opportunity parenting, even when you yourself are an adult.

“I heard that, boyo,” Uncle Craig grunts. “Life takes us on travels we don’t expect. It’s up to you to find your way back to where you belong. You’ve done that, Meghan. Don’t be so quick to judge yourself.”

Meghan sniffles with a nod, and my father takes the reins.

“What’s the status of this whole kidnapping operation, guys?” Dad asks. God, they’re just bringing out the big gunstoday. This is my father, the omega. He is not timid, but instead works for one of the families as their bookkeeper.

It’s a job that often has a short lifespan if you’re a crook, which my father is not. At least, not for the people he works for.

“Dad,” I groan. “We’re working on it.”

“Fuck, you’re too honest for your own good,” Aiden hisses. “Robert, it’s a little complicated.”

“Why? Did you fuck up with her already?” Dad asks, frowning as he watches Aiden pale. “Well then, I guess I can see how you all would need to resort to kidnapping.”

“Cian signed off on it,” Aiden grunts with a sigh. “He’ll look the other way for his daughter’s own good. She uses alpha scent blockers, so she doesn’t know that she’s our scent match.”

Caelin butts into the conversation, smirking. “The asshole isn’t telling you that she’s smelled him. Aiden was in her nest for reasons we won’t discuss, but she’s been hunting for his scent ever since.”

“How long?” Mom asks, walking back in from the kitchen. As if on cue, a few of the men around the table stand to grab the heavier serving plates.

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