“Yeah, I’m fantastic.” I grin. “It’s like a fucking exorcism just took place.” My cheeks tickle, and when I swipe them, I discover a few rogue tears. Well, I suppose freedom deserves a bit of saltwater.
Simon reaches his hand across the table. “Is there anything we can do for you, sweetheart?”
I shake my head as I squeeze his hand. “You’ve already done it,” I assure him. Way above what I could dream.
“Where does this put us financially?” Callisto asks, loading syrup onto a new pancake stack.
Lector hums and passes him the cream. “It’ll take a few months for the share price to rebound, but when it does, we should be third.”
“Behind Romdines and Wests?”
“Yeah. Will be close with the Kilroys, but I think we’ll overtake them.”
Callisto snorts and throws his dad a knowing look. “Competitive much?” he asks around a mouthful of pancake.
“Wait,” I say. “Third what? And who are the Kilroys and others?
Rickon shakes his head, a half smile playing on his lips. “They’re talking about the richest families in the country, Biscuit. Dollars.” He rubs his fingers together.
His words from the cabin rocket into my brain. Callisto’s family are filthy rich. But that much? “Third?” I choke out. “As in third richest in the country?”
“That’s correct,” Lexi says, leaning into Lector who beams like a Cheshire cat. “My men are business aces. All three of them.”She throws me a cheeky smirk. “So, congratulations on packing up with Ricky, my youngest.” Lexi winks at my first alpha, and he ducks his head, hiding a happy blush.
Yes, she makes a grand point, but I suddenly realize what we’ve forgotten in the chaos. I glance at Callisto, and he nods, smiling shyly.
I clear my throat and tap my fork against the side of my plate. “Well, on that topic . . . Um, so first, congratulations on taking over Alpha Cash. I don’t even have words to say how happy that makes me. And congrats on being the third richest family in the country—”
“Almost,” Lector corrects, and I can tell he’s a stickler for the numbers.
I chuckle. “Okay, soon-to-be third richest in the country. I can’t even imagine how that’s calculated. But we have some other news you need to know.”
They all watch me expectantly, and when I reach out my hand, Callisto rises and comes to stand behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders.
“Ricky isn’t your only son I’ve claimed.”
Lexi gasps, and her hands fly to her mouth. Her saucer-sized eyes shift from me to Callisto. “Are you for real?” she screeches.
Callisto laughs. “Mom, Dads. I’d like to introduce you to my scent-matched omega. We knew ages ago, but I made a mess of things.”
“I cannot fucking believe this,” Lexi squeals, more tears running down her face. Her joy overflows so much she flaps her hands like Ozzie does his wings. “My babies all grown and packed up. And in the same family. I’m going to throw you the biggest party of the year, I swear!” She promptly breaks down in massive sobs that have her alphas racing to pick her up.
It’s so sweet and genuine that I can’t help but feel like the luckiest omega in the world, complete with a wonderful extended family.
When she catches her breath, my new mom pounds her fists on her son’s chest while scolding him for not telling them earlier.
“I’m sorry,” Callisto says, grinning as he grabs her wrists. “Like I said, it wasn’t smooth sailing.” He tugs her close and smothers her in a hug where she can’t hit him, and he nods to Simon over her glossy head with a loaded look that makes me wonder if Simon knew something all along.
Zack rises from his seat and walks over to Lexi, towering over her by two whole feet. “Hug?” he asks, holding out his arms.
She laughs through her tears and squeezes him. “Now I have three handsome sons,” she declares. “And a gorgeous daughter.” Her lips pout out in a kiss aimed in my direction, and I blow one back. After all these years of being on my own, I finally found my three alphas . . . and now that family’s doubled in size.
The doorbell slices through our celebration, and all noise halts, except for Lexi’s sniffles.
“I’ll get it,” Rickon says, doubt in his voice.
“Were we expecting anyone?” I ask. Callisto shakes his head in reply.
“Is that Wren bastard here?” a familiar male voice calls the moment the door squeaks open.
