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“Well that sounds like a load of bullshit,” Frankie said, then he turned to Lowell. “What’s Wes gonna do?”
“Sean’s helping him come up with some sort of fundraiser. Wes hopes that he might be approved if he asks for a smaller loan.”
I grimaced, thinking about what Julian had said. Would Wes be approved if he asked for less? It was still risky.
“Keep me looped into what they decide to do?” I asked.
One of Lowell’s eyebrows went up. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Helping him is the least I can do.”
“Technically, nothing is the least,” Frankie teased. “But we all know how you feel.”
“Not helping,” Alan said.
“He knows what I mean,” Frankie retorted.
“You’re being an asshole, like normal,” I replied.
He laughed. “Damn straight. Asshole is practically my middle name.” He turned to Lowell. “Seriously though. We all know Wes, and I think all of us would be willing to give reasonable help. Keep me informed too.”
“Same,” echoed Alan and Chase at the same time.
“Thanks guys,” I said, seeing how readily my friends were ready to step in to help my omega—even if he wasn’t actually mine.
Chapter 7 - Wes
Istared at my beautifully-prepared business plan and sighed.
I’d been to every bank and credit union in Valle Granja, but none of them had been willing to give me a loan.
I wasn’t even asking for as much as they’d give for a new car, but somehow an omega-run business was a worse investment than some alpha who bought an oversized truck to cover up for other inadequacies.
At least I had a plan to pay it back, unlike those who thought a car would somehow pay for itself.
But I’d heard it over and over: what would happen when I found a mate? Would he let me keep my business? Surely my income would drop when I had kids and had to stay home with them.
As if I was property, not a man capable of making my own decisions.
I sighed. Maybe they were right. I’d let my parents walk all over me. Would I be able to stand up for myself if I ended up with an alpha that wanted to turn me into a stay-at-home papa?
I sniffled and wiped an angry tear away. I was so close. I knew I could do it. I just needed enough money to clear that initial hurdle.
There was a knock at the door. I wiped another tear and walked over to open the door.
“Time to plan,” Sean said as he walked into my apartment, our other friend Scott in tow.
“Huh?” I asked, following them into the living room.
“We’ve got a space,” Sean said. “Now let’s get some details ironed out.”
“Space for what?” I asked, pulling a chair over to where Sean had paper already strewn across my coffee table.
“For whatever your fundraiser is going to be.”
“I think he should hold a dance,” Scott said. “It makes sense, and Dom says the barn can handle it.”
“Barn?”
