A spark of fear fills me as I growl low in my chest.
Me
Drive safe!
Jamie
Yes, Sir. ;) Your concern is a fucking turn on by the way.
And there's that stupid grin again.
Me
I’m going to bed. I’ll see you on Monday.
Jamie
Night, baby. Sleep tight and dream of me tonight
Closing my phone, I clean up my mess with my towel and toss it to the side before crawling into bed naked, too tired to change into anything.
Curling up onto my side, I bury myself deeper into the warm blanket and stare out the window, the moon shining bright and think about how much I wish they were here with me, instead of me going to sleep alone. Again.
This time, when I sleep, it’s all night. For the first time in months I get a good night’s sleep. All because it was filled with dirty dreams of my alphas that I never wanted to wake up from.
When I wake the next morning, I know I’m fucked. I’m officially royally screwed.
And I’m not sure how I feel about that just yet.
CHAPTER 11
ALARIC
“We need to go see our dads,” Tatum says with a sigh, his hands dragging over his face tiredly.
It’s the morning after the party and we were all out late. I’m exhausted as well, but I make myself a cup of coffee in a thermal mug for the road.
“I want to know what they know about Ralph. They have files on all the mafia families,” I agree.
Our dads are almost feral about keeping shit locked down. We haven’t had a war in years, and they want to keep it that way. It’s why I’m so intent about making sure that we toe the line and follow the rules.
Loose lips and hotheads lead to fucked up situations. I don’t want to be the reason we break our dads’ streak of peace, but I’ll do it for Beckham.
“About that, I need to tell you about what happened with our omega. It appears that things are more complicated than we thought,” Jamie says, stealing my coffee to take a deep sip. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
I’ll never tell him, but I made my coffee knowing that one of them would steal it. I added more creamer and sugar than I normally would, because we didn’t get much sleep. I can survive just fine, but my grumpy pack mates are a different story.
“Tell us in the car,” I state, ruffling his hair affectionately as he scowls. Fucking adorable.
Getting my grumpy pack mates out of the house while they share the coffee I made is like herding cats, but we manage. Jamie and Tatum even look a little more alive a couple of minutes into the drive.
“Okay,” Jamie mumbles. “I’ll start by saying that there’s something really fucked up about how our omega talks about Ralph. There’s this fear in his eyes every time his name is mentioned.”
“I got the same vibe,” I admit, turning onto the freeway. “The question is why?”
“It has something to do with being over controlling, and it’s influencing how he sees all alphas,” Jamie explains. “He seems to think he’ll be stripped of his free will if he has alphas. We’re going to need to tread very carefully with him.”
“We’d never force him to do anything he didn’t want,” Tatum says, his fingers raking through his dark curls.
