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The high I feel when it’s over doesn’t seem as crazy as it used to feel.

I know now that’s because I used to go from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.

I had nothing but the performance to make me feel alive.

Now, I have five mates and we have a baby on the way.

The crowd definitely boosted my mood, but it was nowhere near zero to begin with, and it never will be again. I walk off stage to be swept into a collective hug. Finally, it’s time to go home.

Chapter Ninety-Four

Zoey

Home is a private island with a hotel that’s slowly being adapted into an actual house with the kind of rooms an actual house would have. At least, half of the building is being turned into a house.

Yeah, the hotel—despite being unfinished—felt like home to all of us, so much so that by the time we started to look for a place to move to, we all pretty much admitted we didn’t want to be anywhere else. That’s when we decided we’d stay.

Zane has figured out how to separate the other half of the building so it can be turned into a sanctuary for Omegas freed from trafficking situations who might not want to be looked after by one of the new and improved academies, and who might not be ready to face the wider world.

Brooke told me her friend, Lana, took over Goldcrest and she’s making changes to turn it into a place where Omegas can safely find true or chosen mates and be given real guidance on how to live as a Beta if they decide they’d rather do so.

It all takes time, but more and more people are starting to realize there’s a real problem when it comes to Omegas being trafficked, and the tide is finally starting to turn.

Today, we’re back on the mainland early, because I have my concert later, and we have another, way more important thing to do first.

The home I’m visiting today is the one I was stolen from fifteen years ago.

My parents’ old house in Silver Grove.

Despite the high profile of my case, my real parents weren’t too easy to track down.

That’s because they went off grid when they moved away from Silver Grove.

They don’t have a TV or a radio. They don’t keep up with the news, and the police couldn’t find them when they tried to locate them once I confirmed my story over the phone.

Archer’s friend, Seth, found them for us, after a few long months of tireless searching.

Now, here we are on a bright January morning, waiting for them to show up at the old house.

I already knew they wouldn’t come here if I told them who I was.

Zane tried to tell them before. They didn’t listen.

They’d already given up on ever seeing me again.

So, they’re meeting us outside their old house because they think we want to buy it from them. It’s been on the market for years, so they’ll probably be pleased to finally get rid of it.

I’m nervous waiting in the back of Archer’s car, holding Dale’s hand and my repaired unicorn, Ryder, in the other. Cam is behind us in his Corvette with Zane.

Russ glances back at us. “I knew there was something about this house when I saw it.”

“You thought it was creepy as shit,” Archer scoffs.

“I thought there was something weird about it. It’s not the same thing.”

“It is kind of creepy,” I tell them, gazing out the window and thinking it looks sad all empty with that overgrown front yard.

“It’s creepier at night,” Russ adds.

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