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“Who got her a house? You mean a real house? Like⁠—”

“Not only did they get her a nest, but they are blowing down the walls between all our apartments and making it one giant Pack apartment.”

Casey whistles, and I nod.

“Fuck, there is no beating that,” I say, trying calm my omega down from the spiral I’m tipping into.

“Don’t be a loser, Red. Something will come.” I scoff, but he looks so serious. “Go sentimental. Something that’ll mean more than what they got her.”

“Than a nest?”

“Something just as personal. Between the two of you.” Casey and I walk into the main building. Class is starting soon, and despite not running for the Prez spot anymore, I figured I’d still finish my degree. As much as I didn’t want to. At least it gave me a reason to be around Esper more.

Classmates file in around us while I let my brain run over ideas.

“How about a couch or something?” Casey suggested. “Those are expensive and she’s into that kind of thing?”

“It doesn’t feel as personal.”

“Get her her own bike!”

“I think… I think I might have something better,” I say as the lightbulb I needed finally goes off in my brain.

“Than a bike?” Casey asks, not really believing me.

I laugh as I pull out my laptop. “Oh yeah, nothing beats family.”

CHAPTER 42

ESPER

It was a girls' day. Since being bonded I haven't had the chance to hang out with my new friends. My new real friends. We huddle in their apartment, far from the construction going on down the hall at my—well, our new Pack apartment.

We thought about moving to the neighborhood, but we all liked being so close to the center of the MC. The Bar gets loud at night, but it doesn’t bother me. I like feeling a part of the vibrant Midnight Wolves life.

Jewels’ apartment is just as sweet and cozy as it was before. The light pastels and warm lighting just make me want to melt into the cotton candy vibes. The lights are dim and her phone is hooked up to a projector propped up behind the couch.

“We are starting our first ever Presentation Night, ladies. I will start with my presentation on why hotdogs are better than hamburgers.”

“Why is this thirty slides long?” Lacy asks and I chuckle. Only imagining what could be on these slides.

Jewels cocks her head like a curious puppy. “How long are yours?”

“My presentation on hot guys of the early 2000s is half of that, Jewels!”

“Same,” I mumble as we all break out laughing before presentation night even starts. My “Why Vampires Are Cooler than Werewolves” presentation (sorry, Wolves) sits at a whopping fourteen slides.

“It’s not my fault there weren’t that many hot guys...” Jewels’ mumbles.

The Midnight Wolves were going on their monthly club-wide ride. Though this time is different. They’d only be taking a two-hour ride, instead of the normal four hours, followed by dinner at Coal’s. They left three men to protect the fort—that is, us and the Bar. One of the men being Jewels’ mate, One Eye, who is standing outside the apartment door with a gun.

I’m not new to guns. I’ve learned to shoot, seeing that I have an ex-MC dad and two firefighter dads who've seen more than they wish they did.

But it doesn’t feel good that the guys feel they need to carry them.

“So hot dogs are better for many reasons, the first being that they are cheaper than hamburgers.”

“Just like dick is cheaper than pussy.” Lacy barely manages to get the words out before busting out laughing.