Wesley [Resistant Omegas 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the old ways but we had no clue what to do about it. Now that people are working to make it better, we’re on that side.”
    “Lennox and his men have been visiting other packs to raise money for the cause plus what the High Council has given us. We can pay for the cabin,” Jared explained gently, not wanting to make it seem as if he was giving a handout.
    “Lennox?” Harkin asked, glancing between all of us.
    Jared quickly explained about one of the Omegas who had barely survived his time with his last inner circle. “He even got the pictures the High Council took when he was rescued as proof of what he went through and shows them to inner circles to help get support.”
    “Whatever you need from us we’re more than willing to help,” Levey told him, Harkin and Bay nodding in agreement. I smiled and took the pen, glancing at where they had signed and adding my name.
    “Now that we’ve settled all of that, I’d love to keep helping Omegas but I think it’s time to pack.” I gave each of my new men a kiss and I could feel their excitement like a warm sweater wrapped around me.
    “I’m happy for you, short stuff,” Tristan said from the doorway of the kitchen where he was standing. I stood and went over to him, giving my friend a big hug. “This isn’t good-bye, Wesley.”
    “Nope, it’s ‘see you later,’” I agreed. “You better come visit. If anyone needs a vacation, it’s you.”
    “I do like fishing.” We shared a look and burst out laughing, everyone in the kitchen joining in. Tristan was going to be just fine and maybe soon I would be too. Either way, I would help any and every Omega who wanted my guidance. It gave me a sense of purpose and filled me with pride that I could do something important.
    And that was what I needed to feel right then.

Chapter 3
     
    Bay had called and we ended up being able to book seats on a flight that night to Spokane. That’s where they’d flown out of and where their car was parked. Until we had to be at Denver International it was a flurry of packing. I didn’t have all that much stuff because I’d had few belongings I’d wanted from my old life. Also, Tristan kept trying to get me to go shopping with him or someone, but he was too busy for that.
    Instead I’d been ordering things here and there online with my rescue stipend. On top of all his other crimes, my old Alpha had been stealing from his pack. So when the High Council returned that money to the rightful owners, I’d also gotten his life insurance policy since he hadn’t had any heirs. The pack thought that was the least they could do for me given they’d never helped me all the years I’d lived there.
    So it made a nice-size bank account for me if I ever needed it. Which helped in my freaking out about moving on to a new pack. I had means if I ever had to escape again.
    Bay kept apologizing for rushing to get back but they were in the middle of their busy season. Labor Day weekend was a big draw and there was still fishing going on as hunting season was starting for some of the bigger game. I assured him it was fine as long as I got to do some hunting in my wolf form. I’d always wanted to but since I grew up in the New York City pack, it wasn’t something we were able to do.
    The flight was fine, and the drive was quiet since it was getting late and we were all tired. I’d ended up only with one carry-on bag since Cameron assured me he’d get my stuff sent out tomorrow and expedite it. Nowadays that was still cheaper than bringing a suitcase on most planes. Plus, for whatever reason, UPS seemed nicer than the way I’d seen the people in the airlines treat my stuff.
    “What do you need given that you wake up confused?” Bay asked as we pulled onto the pack’s ranch. It was gorgeous, even from what I could see at night. Everything was green and lush in a way I’d never seen growing up in New York. After that I was basically locked in my Alpha’s house, so there wasn’t much of the