“Sorry, babe…when my back was turned, your son shifted before I knew what he was doing,” Steel explained.
“My son…huh?” Jackson said, smiling.
“We have a deal…your son when he’s a wolf, my son when he’s not.” Steel smirked, walking out of the room with Danny.
Shaking his head, Dylon turned to Steel on his way into the room. “I think you got the short end of the stick, Alpha Mate.” Then stopping next to Reeve, he held out his hand. “I’m Dylon Royd. The Alpha said you wanted to ask me some questions.”
Reeve’s gaze slowly traveled up the man’s body until it reached Dylon’s face. He was shocked at its perfection, totally free of any scars. Standing, he shook Dylon’s hand and felt the man’s hidden power. “Dylon…I’m Reeve. This shouldn’t take long.”
“No problem,” Dylon replied calmly, sitting down closest to Jackson.
Reclaiming his seat, Reeve glanced at Jackson quickly before turning back to Dylon. “According to the Silver Point Pack records, you took a job there as an enforcer, correct?”
“I did.”
“Any reason you picked that particular pack?”
Shrugging, Dylon said, “Not really. A friend told me they were hiring, so I applied.”
“Was your father involved in getting you the job?”
“No,” Dylon said, his voice devoid of feeling, but anger growing inside him at Reeve’s question.
“Are you an enforcer for the Blackwood Pack?”
“No.”
“What do you do?”
Jackson interrupted. “You’re out-of-line Nicolet, unless you can tell how your question is connected to the beating. That’s the reason you requested to speak to my pack member, right?”
“My apologies,” Reeve mumbled to Jackson. Then turning back to Dylon, he asked, “Who beat you up?”
“Which time?”
Reeve’s eyebrow shot up. “You were beaten up more than once?”
“Sure,” Dylon answered. “The earliest one I remember was when I tried to filch Mary Lou’s candy in the first grade.”
Jackson kept his chuckle to himself at the answer. Dylon wasn’t going to make it easy for Reeve.
There was nothing better than tangling with a worthy opponent, and Reeve actually appreciated the game Dylon was playing. But as he knew only so well, it didn’t matter how you played the game, in the end winning was the only thing that mattered. And Reeve hadn’t lost a game in a very long time. “I’m surprised you lived to talk about it,” Reeve said, sarcastically.
“Yeah…well, it was a close call, but as you see, I survived.”
“I’m glad you did…but how did you survivethisbeating?” Reeve asked, showing Dylon the photos of him from Rudy’s computer.
Dylon glanced at the pictures, than handed the phone back. “Good genes,” he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I’m willing to play this game of cat and mouse all day but I don’t think you are. You want something from me, so why don’t you cut the bullshit and spit it out.”
“I agree with Dylon,” Jackson said. “According to Smokey, you were sent by the Great Spirit to help him but that’s going to be difficult for you if I bar you from my territory because of a trustissue. And so far, you haven’t given me any reason to trust you. Now, why don’t you just tell me what the hell you want and let’s see if it’s something we even have to give to you.”
Fuck!Reeve knew from the first time he’d met Jackson, the man was no fool and the Alpha just proved it. Although his position with the High Council certainly gave him the power to force his will on Dylon, what would he gain? Not the one thing he needed to protect his mate, that was for sure. Choice made, Reeve began. “You should know, I meant no harm, I’m just trying to protect my mate.”
Jackson’s eyes widened. “Who is…”
“Kahn…your cousin,” Reeve said. “Now before you get the wrong idea…he doesn’t know we’re mates yet.”
“You haven’t told him?” Jackson asked.
