advanced as we are, like Rolina and Orleans. Opening new eyes to all that omegas have to offer this world beyond your wombs.”
Kell nodded along, agreeing with Serge’s points. Sometimes he simply needed to hear the words from someone else to fully understand them. “You’re right on both counts. To be honest, in some ways I’ve been writing my memoir this entire time. After the trial, my therapist suggested journaling to work through my emotions over everything. I don’t journal as often now, unless something major happens, but I still have them all in a box in the attic.”
“That’s a good starting point for sure. But do you really want to re-experience all those raw emotions from back then?”
“I don’t want to but I can handle it. My life is vastly different now than it was twenty-two years ago when I was still with Krause. My family is everything to me, and they’re all I ever could have dreamed them to be, especially Ronin. He has been the absolute perfect mate from the day we re-met in that interview room. I want to honor the life he’s allowed me to live by writing that book.”
Kell’s heart swelled with love for not only his mate, but also for Serge, who’d done his best friend duty by helping Kell talk this out.
“I think you made the right decision,” Serge said with a grin. “Is the publisher going to have someone work with you? A ghostwriter?”
“They offered one, but the editor also said he admires my speech-writing abilities and read quite a few transcripts before making the offer. He trusts me to draft it.”
“Fabulous. And he’s right about your writing ability. If you hadn’t gone whole-hog into civil rights work, you probably could have been a novelist. Your life and the lives of your friends are a wealth of inspiration.”
“They are that.” Kell’s vast network of friends and their kids had all gone through so much over the course of their lives. The younger generation hadn’t seemed to catch much of a break from the drama that surrounded them, but they were a tough, loyal bunch, and Kell admired them all so much.
He just hoped that when Caden and Emory found their bondmates, they would be simple affairs free of too much angst.
Yeah, don’t jinx your kids, dummy.
“We’ll see how the first book does,” Kell said. “Other people have written about the trial, and also the fight ring investigation, but they’d never been told from the points of view of the people who were actually, actively involved in those things. Maybe Jax and Liam and the others will want their voices to be heard with so much time between now and then.”
“Voices, huh?”
Kell snickered softly because his other best friend Jax Jenks was mute. “So to speak.”
Serge started cackling. “Very punny.”
“Dork.” Kell reached out and pinched Serge’s forearm. “You know what I mean. But on that note, I would love for there to be more locations for the Raising Our Voices support groups to meet, other than at the one Light House building.”
Kell, Braun and Jax had been founding members of that support group not long after meeting Jax and rescuing the other captive omegas from the fight ring. Along with Liam, Jaysan, Brogan, Laine and Reid. While Laine and Reid had passed away a long time ago, what their support group stood for remained intact, and they still did great work counseling abused omegas and betas.
Sometimes Kell toyed with the idea of a support group for abused alphas, because they were not immune to the worst urges of mankind, but that wasn’t his battle to fight. Kell was one person and could only do so much, and he actively hoped someone else would take up that particular flag and charge with it.
“Sounds like you’re leaning toward accepting this Light House proposal,” Serge said.
“I am. Part of my hesitation is that it’s a ‘the sins of his sire’ situation, and it isn’t fair of me to blame a child for his sire’s past actions. Especially when it sounds like this young alpha is doing everything he can to change his family’s legacy.”
Serge’s eyebrows went up. “I think I can make an educated guess on the family you aren’t naming but I won’t. I’ll just wait and see if I’m right later.”
“You’re perceptive so you’re probably right.”
“I usually am. I’m kind of a smart guy.”
“Smart ass, you mean.” Kell stood and stretched, buoyed by the conversation and more confident in his future decisions. “I