Page 202 of Chosen Beta

Everyone is shrugging, looking at each other.

Apparently, those were the main concerns.

“Okay, well, you can ask me anything when you make your appointments. For now, we have a former Goldcrest Omega to share her experience with the academy and how her father as a donor was able to manipulate the system for his own purposes.”

Everyone starts to clap as I introduce my guest speaker.

“Please welcome Brooke Corvina.”

My mate moves onto the stage in a white silk dress, mirroring the expensive look of everyone in the audience. They can relate to Brooke. She’s been where they are now. She knows what the academy is like, and she knows the changes I’m making will make things better for these women.

I move off to the side and watch her give her speech.

It gets all the right reactions.

This is what the TV news crew came for.

They couldn’t turn down a chance to hear Brooke’s side of the story, finally.

She turned down multiple offers until I asked her to do this.

She knew it was important to me, and she wanted to help the Omegas here.

It was the Alpha Alliance who suggested giving it a bigger audience.

They’re trying to change the world.

I’m just trying to change my little corner of it.

When Brooke’s done telling her story, every single Omega in the room is clapping and cheering.

I have no doubt she’s helped them realize change isn’t so bad, and that being incredibly wealthy isn’t everything.

I dismiss the Omegas back to their suites, and security help them to slowly filter out of the hall.

The crew stop filming and the reporter, Rachel, walks over to us.

“Thanks so much for letting us capture this,” she says. “It was amazing. I’d love to get a follow up story on the Omegas that the Shultz and Spencer detective agency helped the Alpha Alliance to rescue.”

“I’m a little busy with running this place,” I admit. “But I’ll see what I can do.”

“Great,” she says, beaming. “It’s just so good to be breaking important news that’s going to change things for other women, you know? One of my bosses got arrested in that story. I hope he burns in hell.”

“Here’s to traffickers burning in hell,” Brooke agrees.

“And brainwashing psychopaths,” I add.

“For sure,” Rachel says. “Well, call me when you have time. I’ll make the time to come out here.”

I nod, and she walks over to her crew. They’re packing up, ready to leave.

I look at my one and only female mate.

Brooke takes my hand, and we walk backstage where our packs are waiting for us.

We separate easily. I know she’s mine, even if we might not be together all the time like we will be with our mates.

“That was awesome,” Shadow enthuses, his eyes bright. “I could feel those Omegas going from confused and uncertain to uplifted and enthusiastic. They’re so behind you.”

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