Page 172 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Epilogue
WHITNEY
ONE YEAR LATER
Reagan throws a stack of papers into the trash with a growl. I sit and wait for her to finish throwing her fit. Every option we’ve tried to help omegas find their match has failed. Giving them options worked for a while, until one omega couldn’t decide on a pack that felt right. We switched things up after that, pulling in some of the less compatible matches to see if that helped.
It didn’t.
“Goddammit.” Reagan smacks the desk.
“I know you’re angry, but what did the desk ever do to you?”
She glares at her bestie, Amelie, who is leaning against the wall by the filing cabinets. I press my lips together to keep from giggling. I swear half the time the two of them hate each other, but they have this strange connection I find myself envying from time to time. Lindsey, basically my one and only friend, wasn’t exactly the best person.
“None of it is working. I thought it would work.” Reagan seethes behind her desk.
I’m perched in the chair across from Reagan. “What if you made an app?”
“An app?” She drops into her seat behind the desk, eyes lighting with interest.
“An app,” I say with a nod, leaning slightly forward. “Preloaded with all the same data. The omegas and alphas can use it like a dating site, like the ones betas use.”
“And then omegas and alphas can swipe through to find someone they might be interested in?” Amelie walks toward the desk.
“Yeah! We can still vet the alphas, make sure they don’t have violent pasts or something, but we’ll have to know no matter how hard we try, we won’t be able to stop something bad from happening.”
She frowns. “I don’t like that.”
“You can’t control people.” I shrug at her and Amelie.
“Ain’t that a bitch?” Reagan rolls her eyes. “Right, so without lingering on the potential negatives, an app could be the solution we’ve been looking for. Omegas will have more freedom than ever before.”
“What if they don’t want to find a mate?” This from Amelie.
“Then they don’t have to,” Reagan says, like it’s as easy as that.
I frown. “The Royal Council—”
“The Council,” she corrects, “will kindly stay the fuck out of my omega business. Besides, Lucas will keep the alphas in check.”
“You really think they’d be okay with it?” I like my idea, but it’s a longshot to get everyone else to see the value.
She grows serious. “I really don’t care what they think. I’ve stopped giving a shit what anyone thinks. I don’t want kids, hell, I almost didn’t want mates. I won’t force someone into pack life if they don’t want it.”
“I respect that.” And I do. Over the last year, I’ve gotten to know Reagan fairly well, and she’s awesome, if not a little cranky from time to time. Hormones will do that to a woman though. “And, the best part is, we can fix things in real time. If the app isn’t working one way, we can adjust the programming.”
“Programming,” Amelie mutters. “Now you’re losing me. I’m going to go get snacks, you bitches are always hungry, right?”
I snicker and she grins at me.
“There are plenty of software engineers out there,” Reagan begins, completely ignoring Amelie as she plans out exactly what we’ll do to make the app happen.
“I’ll be back with snacks,” Amelie informs me on her way out.
“How long does an app take to develop?” Reagan wonders out loud, fingers drumming on the top of her desk. “I’ll call Lucas.” She lifts her gaze to meet mine. “When do you go on vacation again?”
“We leave tomorrow.” I check my watch. I’m supposed to get off in twenty minutes so I can go home and pack.
