He smiles. “I’m sure we will.”
Chapter Eighty-Two
Zane
I get up when Russ and Archer come out of the bathroom, letting Dale go and carefully detangling myself from the sheets. It’s probably dark out now, considering it was the afternoon when the heats of our Omegas synched up and made them both needy and desperate for Alpha cock.
Russ is smiling as he picks his pants up off the floor.
Archer looks pretty well relaxed, too.
Everything feels right.
We’re all supposed to be here together, and everyone knows it.
I can’t help the little burst of pride that swells over me as I think about what it took to get us here.
I trusted my instincts every step of the way, and it got us to a place where we could become a pack.
The years of torture and obsession were worth it. Everything I did had a purpose.
Now, I get to enjoy life with my true mates.
I feel buzzed as I slip into the bathroom.
Dozing a little next to Dale seems to have energized me.
Getting showered and throwing my clothes back on, I remind myself my plan isn’t quite over yet.
There are still guilty parties who need to be held responsible.
I think Zoey will be okay with that, but I’ll have to talk to her about it when she’s awake.
Make sure it’s what she wants, make sure I haven’t judged anything completely wrong.
I don’t think I have. My instincts got me this far, and I’m sure they’re going to get me further.
I wait in the hallway as Cameron heads to the shower, and Russ roots around in Dale’s wardrobe while Archer seems to be looking for his shoes.
Zoey and Dale will probably sleep for a while, and then we’ll need to feed them before they become driven by their heats again. Heats come in cycles, for days, weeks or months. We don’t know how long it’ll last for either of them. We won’t know until the cycle seems to break.
I’m hoping they want to stay out here until it’s over, however long that takes.
I have people I can call to bring out supplies if we need them.
We don’t have to go anywhere else until our Omegas are ready to go back to their lives.
Zoey’s life is never going to be the same again. She can’t go back to the Ortegas, and she doesn’t have to be bound to what it says in Zelena’s contract. She can start over, keep the parts she loves and discard anything she doesn’t need.
She has a pack now. Mates who love and care about her.
No one has the right to tell her what she can or can’t do anymore.
Her fake parents can’t use her as their gravy train.
She’s free of their guardianship, free from their lies.
She’s broken her chains, and she can do what she likes.