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Alita grinned, brought up images of her son, and began talking with Olly.

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Win spoke to Luna and said, “If your Elite have any friends, any good guys at the Stronghold, and if any of them want to get their mates and escape, they shouldn’t wait any longer.”

“Who are you, and what do you know?”

“You know the elf with the school bus? That was me. I was the bloody one, and I am tired of women who look like us being terrified to go outside, to live, to have kids, to find love. I am tired of it, and those like me want to live free. So, freedom is what we will have. If this goes smoothly, no one dies, but there will be change, and it will be sudden.”

“How long do they have?”

“More than a week, less than a month.”

“Right.”

“Oh, and if your son’s dragon tries anything with my little sister before she continues her education and gets a degree, I am going to be very irritated.”

“Oh, you are Cori’s sister?”

“Yes.”

“I was there when you ladies showed up.”

“Oh, sorry. I was a little distracted at the time.”

“It’s understandable. I would like to have a family dinner so I can meet her.”

“Sure, as soon as I finish this project.”

“Wonderful. Erik is an excellent cook.”

“Well, that is a point in his favour. Warn them we are coming. We want to make sure that it all goes well.”

“I will pass the message along as quickly as I can.”

“They are with you, aren’t they?” Win grinned.

“No comment.”

Win chuckled. “Well, have to get to the next call so that Cori’s safety is assured. If there is one thing I don’t pull punches over, it’s my sister.”

Epilogue

Wren watched the moment she had waited for playing out in the projection. A few interested parties were watching, as well as a dozen Elite omegas portalled into the Stronghold, and the women were transported a moment later.

Another of the omegas headed to the prison for the dark Elite, and she sent them back in time so that they could catch up to their ladies immediately after the Stronghold came down. No one would know about it because the remaining women were casting a spell on the bedrock of the Stronghold while others turned the remaining Elite alphas into simple alphas with no magic. A traumatic moment for the Elite was happening, and no one knew about it.

Wren sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

Poppy appeared next to her. “All tight. The ladies are with the queen, and the ten children that we located are there as well. So, fifty-five souls nice and safe, women and children.”

“Only fifty-five?” Wren was shocked.

“Yes. That is why their attacks are more aggressive. No women over thirty-nine. They were feeding them to the fissures.”

“Count on the downgrades?”

“Three hundred seventy-three.”

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