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I look back at Mael’s house. It feels like home now.

“What if we moved into this house?”

Mael looks sharply at me. “You’d want to?”

Yeah, I deserve that. We haven’t talked about what happened or will happen. Their lies and working with my dad.

“Well, I mean, it’s the perfect place for us.” I pause and reach out, gripping Edric’s hand. “Fuck it. I love you guys. You’re going to be making it up to me forever, but I forgive you.”

Edric cups my face and kisses me so gently that he makes my heart flip.

Selene is across the road, hugging Shade to her chest. She looks at us and smiles.

“A surprise?”

I dip my head in agreement. “Yes. I think we should keep it as a surprise for her.”

Edric and Kingston approach and look up at the house.

“She built her nest where we would find her.”

“She was always ours,” Mael says.

Kingston threads his fingers through mine.

“She is ours,” I agree. “I want my nest there, too.”

The three alphas go still, feeling the declaration I make. I’m setting down roots. Here with them. I’m claiming them and letting everyone know that I belong here.

“I want a home. I grew up in club rooms, my sister grew up in a mansion, but the happiest people I know live in houses. Like this. Ones with memory and things we can build together.”

“I think, Omega, that sounds like a dream come true.”

“Hey, guys, come on, we have work to do.” Selene smiles and lifts Shade’s paw up in the air, waving it.

I smile. “Come on, guys, our omega says we need to work.”

Yes, now everything feels right.

The restlessness that was chasing me is gone. The self loathing, the questions. Everything is quiet.

I think I’ve learned peace from an omega who behaves like an alpha and a neighbourhood that doesn’t know when to quit.

Chapter forty-one

Selene

Bailey saunters into theDespair club rooms with the same confidence as he sauntered into the Mirakill mansion. He just has this completely reckless self-assurance that nothing will happen to him and, I guess, to him, there’s less risk.

Walking into the Mirakill mansion and coming face-to-face with Lia and her very tough biker bonded was nerve-wracking. Not because of who they are but because of the fact that they were related to Bailey.

Lia is nice, though. I can see us being good friends one day when she forgives me for hitting Bailey.

But now, we’re going to see Andy, and, the last time I was here, I used any and all methods necessary to get what I needed.

I was cold and harsh, and I did get my way.

Andy’s standing staring into the fridge morosely when we are led inside by Frankston.

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