“Ain’t that the truth,” muttered Glenn. “So, now what?”
Chapter 9
After giving a cursory glance at the imposing structure looming before him, Tristan’s gaze was drawn to the man standing on the front porch. The power he exuded was overwhelming—there wasn’t any way he could avoid it. “Who’s that?” he muttered to Reeve.
“Jackson, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack…and your cousin.”
“Fucking hell,” Heath whispered. “You never told me about that.”
“About what?” asked Reeve glancing over at him.
“His freaking Alpha Power.”
“Don’t worry,” Reeve said, smirking, “he won’t use it on you. C’mon, I promise he won’t bite.”
“Not funny, boss,” Heath mumbled, taking Tristan’s hand before following Reeve.
Standing next to Jackson, Steel kept his eyes on the men walking behind Reeve. Neither appeared to be a threat, but appearances could be deceiving.
“Down, boy,” Jackson murmured, his eyes homing in on Tristan. “Let’s not scare my new relative…at least not until he meets me.”
Stopping at the base of the steps, Reeve nodded to Steel before focusing back on the man who would decide Tristan’s fate. “Alpha,” he said, tilting his head in deference.
“Reeve, good to see you again. How’s your mate?” asked Jackson.
“Happy today because he’s finally back in his studio,” Reeve answered, before stepping aside and gesturing to the men behind him. “Alpha, meet Tristan, son of Josiah, half-brother to Kahn, and the new Alpha of the Silver Point Pack.”
“And my new cousin,” Jackson said, smiling. “Welcome to the Blackwood Pack, Tristan.”
Tilting his head in acknowledgment, Tristan replied, “Thank you, Alpha.” Then, placing his hand on his mate’s back, he added, “And this is Heath, my Fated Mate.”
“Congratulations on finding him,” Jackson said. “It’s always a great day when that happens…I know it was for me when I met mine.”
“As it was for me,mo chroí,”Steel said softly. Then shifting his eyes to Tristan and Heath, he continued, “I’m Steel Valentin, Alpha Mate of the Blackwood Pack. Welcome to our home.”
Giving Steel a nod, Tristan turned his attention back to Jackson, mentally rolling his eyes because it was obvious his cousin wasn’t one who dressed to impress.Nope…he is definitely a man comfortable in his own skin.Glancing at the Alpha Mate, he noted his protective stance and the obvious love he had for Jackson.And my fucking father wanted to destroy them…fucking asshole.
Opening the front door, Jackson, said, “The only place we can talk without interruptions is my study.” He’d only taken a few steps inside when a bundle of fur leaped into his arms. Grinning at his son, he said, “I thought you were guarding Max.”
Closing the front door behind him, Tristan was impressed by his surroundings. Looking around, hecouldn’t help but smile at how warm and cozy the great room was, despite its size.
“Holy crap!” Heath muttered under his breath, tightening his grip on Tristan’s hand. “I suddenly feel…”
“Reeve!” Maximus called out, walking towards the group of men. “It’s so good to see you again. Have you met my grandpup?”
A broad smile broke out on Reeve’s face at the sight of the man who’d saved him from a life of hell. “Yeah…but I don’t think I made much of an impression on him. Is Mystia with you?”
“No, she’s off somewhere,” Maximus replied, taking Reeve’s outstretched hand and pulling him into a bear hug. “You okay, son?” he whispered in Reeve’s ear.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Reeve murmured, “Better than ever, especially after claiming my Fated Mate.”
Maximus grinned as he let Reeve go. “Congratulations! Wait until I tell Mystia…you know she’ll want to meet him.”
“She might know him already, because he’s Jackson’s cousin, Kahn.”
Glancing quickly at Jackson, Maximus said, “I don’t think she’s had the pleasure, yet.”
“Then,” said Reeve, “you and Mystia must come to the opening of a one-man show a gallery is putting on for him. Wait till you see his paintings…he’s an amazing artist.”
