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And besides, destroying stuff was fun.

After we all had beers in hand, I handed them safety glasses that had conveniently come in a pack of four.

“Where do you get all this stuff?” Tate took a sip of beer after putting the safety glasses on.

“I pay someone at one of those junk hauling places to bring me stuff. The cars I have another guy gets me from auctions. My favorite thing is to stand on the top of a car and beat the windshield in. Makes me feel like I’m a badass.”

Avery grinned and grabbed a sledgehammer I had leaning against the wall. “Let’s show these inanimate objects just how strong a pack we are.”

And we did just that.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

Alvaro

The hardest part of what we were going through was that we weren’t allowed to contact Kara or her sister. It felt like a slap in the face to not even be able to ask Kayla if Kara was all right.

We couldn’t ruin our chances, though, so we sucked it up and went to Cal’s smash warehouse nearly every day to take out our aggressive energy.

But now, the day was here, and our driver dropped us off at the rear entrance of the building that the World Pack Health Organization operated from. A few days before, news broke about our situation, and so much love and support —as well as some hate—poured in. That also meant our privacy had gone out the window and there were already people gathering in front of the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of us.

We were led up to the fifth floor and put in a conference room to wait for the agents and our lawyers to arrive. With the media coverage, we’d been asked to arrive earlier to ensure we weren’t held up in the chaos.

“I feel like I’m going to vomit.” Cal stood and paced by the windows. “Does anyone else feel like they’re going to vomit?”

“Sit down, Cal. We don’t need them to think we’re losing it.” I pulled out my phone and checked it for the hundredth time, hoping to see a text from Kara.

I knew there would be no text, though. She wanted this just as badly as we did and wouldn’t jeopardize the chance. I stared at the last text from her telling us she had a surprise for us after our concert.

We’d certainly had a surprise. It had just come before the concert and wasn’t a good one.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I clicked over to my favorite social media app and wasn’t surprised to see my notifications maxed out.

“You shouldn’t be on there.” Avery nudged me with his elbow.

“It’s mostly positive stuff, and all the negative things are shit we already thought about ourselves. We’re at the top of the trending list.” I snorted and clicked it to see what was said about us.

NPactRocks:Why should alphas and omegas not have another chance at love? Betas do. Look at our divorce rate.

SharkyMcShark:I can’t believe they had an omega and she called OPS on them for something out of their control. I hope this new one is better.

Beta4life69:They couldn’t handle an omega and now they can?

OmegaGirl:I’ll be their omega if this doesn’t work out for them.

RealKaylaSterling:We are protesting outside of Pack Health headquarters at ten! Bring signs!

ChickenLover:@RealKaylaSterling. OMG, I’m fangirling so hard right now. Will your pack be there?

DarkHeart22:@ChickenLover if they let @RealKaylaSterling come alone, then maybe OPS needs to separate them.

RealKaylaSterling:@ChickenLover they’ll be there. @DarkHeart22 they’re my pack, not my babysitters.

I exited the app and went to the window. “Holy shit.”

We’d come in the opposite way, so we didn’t see the front of the building. The entire street out front was flooded with a sea of people holding signs. I couldn’t read what any of them said, but I hoped it was in support of us.

“Guys, come look.” This was the boost of confidence we needed to get through this.

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