Page 19 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
If it wasn’t for her, my eyes wouldn’t have been open to the toxicity of my parents and the more sinister side of their lives.
But it wasn’t until she was gone that I truly experienced that part for myself.
I might have gotten out, but I know there are a lot of Omegas in similar situations who haven’t.
It took me a long time, and a lot of changing my mind, but I finally decided what I want to do with my life.
I want to open a center, like an Omega center, but one that’s only for Omegas who have a similar background as me. Omegas from very religious families who don’t accept their designation or sexual orientation. A place for them to be safe, start over, and get the help they need. I want staff who they can talk to and work through their traumas with.
The Omega center I ended up in was incredible. They helped me out more than I could have ever asked for. And I want to be able to offer that to other Omegas like me.
The guys support this dream and said they would help fund it with me.
Of course, I said no, but they don’t seem like they’re going to take that for an answer.
And I love them all the more for it.
By the time I’m out of the shower, dressed, and ready to go, the guys are no longer in the room. So, I go to meet the guys downstairs in the main part of the clubhouse.
“Hey, little lady,” Slim Jim, the MC president, who’s been more like a father figure to me in the past year than my own father ever was, greets me from his place at the bar.
“Hey.” I smile. “A little early to be drinking, ain’t it?” I wink.
He huffs out a laugh. “Never, my dear. It’s never too early. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks.” I look around for the guys. “You see the twins around?”
“Yeah.” He nods towards the door. “Outside, working on their bikes. I kicked their asses out. They were pissing me off.” He chuckles.
“Oh god. What now?”
“What do you think?” he asks, raising a brow.
I chew on my lower lip, feeling a bit guilty. Since I’ve come into the guys’ lives, they’ve been spending more time with me than actively being involved with the MC.
When I confronted them on it, they said they didn’t care. They were born into the MC life, and they never planned on leaving it, but they weren’t active members. They didn’t hold any major roles. Their job was the auto body shop that they ran together, one that the MC used a lot. So, they felt like they were involved enough.
And I guess having your dad as the president of the whole MC has its perks too. Something I didn’t know when I first met them.
This club has become my family, people who would literally die for me. It’s something I’ll never be able to truly grasp, but will forever be grateful for.
“I’m sorry.”
“Never be sorry, little lady,” he chuckles. “You're the best damn thing that’s ever happened to my boys. I’m glad they got an Omega to obsess over. Not gonna lie, I’m glad they’re sharing you. I’ve always worried they’d get their own Omegas and split up, doing their own thing. Would have killed me not to see them so close.”
“Well, I have no plans on either of them going anywhere.” I smile. “They’re stuck with me.”
“That's what I wanna hear.” He winks. “So, when are you gonna let those boys mark you? It’s important for an Alpha in the club to make it known to everyone who their woman belongs to.”
Guilt flutters in my belly. “Soon,” I promise. “I’m just working through some personal stuff, you know?”
Understanding dawns on his face, and he nods. The whole club knows about my past. I don’t mind. None of them have looked at me differently. Even a few of the older members admire me for being so strong and being able to escape the cult.
“Go put my sons out of their misery before they drive me up the fucking wall.” He waves me off.
“Will do.” I laugh, with a bit of a pep in my step as I head out to my biker boys.
“She’s going on my bike,” Brady grunts, grabbing the helmet from Gavin.
