“Yup.” Pointing to the bassinette on the left, Colton said, “That’s Lorne…in the middle is Lilia and on the other end is Killiana…a.k.a. Lory, Lili and Killi.”
“Oh wow, I love those names…don’t you, wolf mate?”
“I do,” Sawyer said. “Are they Scottish?”
“Yep. Lorne carries the name of Ian’s birth father…the King of the Scottish Wolves. Killiana was the middle name of Ian’s birth mother…the Queen…and Lilia is an old Scottish version of Lily…we named her after Ian’s adoptive mother.”
“That gives me a great idea, wolf mate,” Alex said.
“Let me guess, you think we should give our cub a Scottish name,” Sawyer smirked.
Slapping his mate’s arm, Alex said, “Nooo…I was thinking he should have a French name.”
“Sounds fine to me.”
Giggling, Alex said, “Good…cause it’s gonna be your duty to tell tiger mate.”
Laughing at Sawyer’s groan, Colton said, “Remember cousin, a happy mate means a happy life.”
“Fuck off!”
“You better not let Jackson hear you say that around Daniel…or for that matter, you should also include Dylon, Cody, Ian, Miss L, Carson…”
“Carson!”
“Yeah, Carson. Remy has three young brothers and believe me, they’re old enough to pick up on it and use it,” Colton said, smirking as he rocked back on his heels.
Turning around in Sawyer’s arms to face him, Alex patted his mate’s chest. “I know a perfect way to get you to stop.”
“Oh yeah?” Sawyer smirked, “I’m all ears.”
Nodding, Alex said, “Every time you swear, tiger mate can spank you.”
Sawyer’s eyebrows shot up so high, they disappeared into his hair. “What-t-t-t?” Staring at his mate, he was flabbergasted until spotting the twinkle in Alex’s eyes. “Very funny, sweetheart.”
Laughing, Colton said, “Oh boy, cuz, did the Fates ever pick out the perfect mate for you!”
Pulling Alex tight against him, Sawyer leaned down, brushing his lips softly against his mate’s before murmuring, “They sure did.”
~/~/~/~/~
Eager to rejoin his mates, Glenn quickly headed to Dylon’s office, intent on gaining his cooperation. Reaching it, he rapped on the open door, grimacing when Dylon glanced up from his computer. If the look on his face was anything to go by, Glenn’s idea of easily gaining Dylon’s support flew out the window. “Hey, got a minute?”
Leaning back, Dylon surveyed the man in front of him. After the shit in New York and LA, there wasn’t a lot of trust or respect left in him for Glenn. But, as Cody pointed out last night in bed, he was his cousin’s mate and a member of the Blackwood Pack, so Dylon bit back a snarky retort. Gesturing toward a chair, he said, “I got a few.”
Taking a seat, Glenn looked around the office in an effort to put together a psychological profile of Dylon. Once he had that, it would dictate how he’d go about achieving his goal.
Dylon watched him briefly before snorting. “I’m gonna save you the trouble of profiling me. The Alpha has my absolute loyalty so you can forget asking me for anything that isn’t in the pack’s best interest. Does that clear things up?”
Clamping his mouth closed, Glenn’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like this punk. And in Glenn’s eyes, Dylon was a punk. His attitude and cockiness—two things Dylon had acquired since taking Glenn’s class at the High Council years ago—were pissing him off. But he couldn’t afford to tell this asshole to fuck off which, in the past, he’d have done in a New York minute—not when his two mates were prime targets for The Collector. And gods’ forbid, if the word ever got out about Alex’s ability to give birth to dual shifters, it would take an army to protect him—something Glenn didn’t have at his beck and call but Dylon did.
To gain Dylon’s cooperation, Glenn would have to disclose everything, including info about his team members. That went counter to his training and the rules he lived by ever since becoming an agent. The only assurance he had that Dylon wouldn’t betray him or his team was his statement regarding his loyalty to Jackson. But Glenn knew he didn’t have any other choice; he needed the powers the Fates had bestowed on this pack.
“As nice as this visit has been, if you have nothing more to say, do you mind leaving? I do have work to do.”
Shaking his head, Glenn said, “As much as I would love doing just that, the lives of my mates are in danger, so that’s a ‘no-can-do’ from me.”
Tilting his chair forward and planting his hands on his desk, Dylon gave Glenn a snide grin before saying, “He speaks! Look, let me make it as simple as possible. I don’t like you because you can’t be trusted. You lied to me in New York and then again in LA, and that makes you dangerous. But be that as it may, you’re the mate of the Alpha’s cousin, which means I’m now responsible for keeping your ass safe. But I can do that without any help from you. Nevertheless, if you have knowledge that would help me keep this pack safe…along with your mates…then I’m willing to set aside my feelings because this shit between us only benefits our enemies in the long run.”
