“I feel lighter. Oh, there’s something else.”
“What else could possibly be bigger than finding your scent matches and bonding with one of them?”
“I’m kinda getting two and a half million dollars for being wrongfully terminated,” I say, and Birdies eyes go wide.
“What the fuck?” she whispers out.
“Right? So yeah. What a week?”
“What a fucking week indeed.”
We stay at the farmhouse for so long that Lain and Callum come over.
Callum and Graham find themselves busy in the kitchen and the other guys are doing a bean bag toss in the yard as Birdie and I sit on the porch swing together.
The tension that first haunted us on this trip is completely gone. In a matter of weeks we’ve gone from estranged relatives back to the twin sisters we were growing up.
“Do you think Mom knew it would end up like this?” I ask.
Birdie snorts. “I don’t think she could have possibly known everything that was going to happen, but she knew this place would bring us back together.”
I rest my head on her shoulder and she leans her head on mine as Graham and Callum come to the backyard with plates of food.
Everyone is happy smiles, and as I look around so much of the fear I had slips away.
This is where I belonged all along.
I don’t even miss working for Dermdes. None of my old coworkers even reached out to me to see if I was okay. The high-pressure job, the title, it was all something I used to fill this void I didn’t even know I had.
Now I have these people in my life that hold a piece of my heart, and that void isn’t there anymore. I know without a doubt everything is as it’s meant to be.
My sister laughs and smiles with her pack, and I do the same as the night goes on.
Mom, your Omega daughters are going to be just fine,I think to myself and in that moment I let so much of the bullshit go and finally let myself be happy.
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My Nan straightensout the tablecloth again, and I give her a raise of my brow.
“What? Excuse me for wanting this to be perfect. I mean, it’s not as if I knew all along that you should be with her or anything,” my Nan says and I sigh. “Oh, don’t you sigh at me. I’m letting you use my kitchen, am I not?”
“Yes, Nan.”
“She’s a good lass. You know I have all of Christmas booked because of her?”
“Christmas?” I ask, confused, and Nan gives me a small smile.
“A group of single Omegas who don’t want to be alone for the holidays. Maisie saw a post and suggested that they check out the Heather Beag for their Christmas holiday. My house is going to be full of Omegas who need a nurturing hand,” she says dreamily.
That’s my Nan for you, though. She loves to love people and taking care of them is her mission in life. I was a fool for thinking selling this place was best for her. She looks more spry than ever over the idea of having more guests.
“I’m here in whatever capacity you need me,” I tell her honestly and my Nan comes over and squeezes my shoulder.
“Well, I could use an extra set of hands for a Christmas feast. Perhaps we can invite everyone and hold it at Greer’s for the space.”
The old me would complain about how far ahead of herself she’s getting, but I know she’s not. Maisie and I will be bonded, eventually. Our two packs alone make eight, ten with my grandparents, and then who knows how many Omegas she’ll be hosting? It’s still nearly three months away, but the idea has merit.
