“When will ye be comin’ with the supplies?”
“In a couple of days. I’ll call ye first.”
“Thanks, bye.”
Angus ended the call, then hesitated about calling his king due to the lateness of the hour but, in the end, he followed Brian’s advice and dialed Ian’s number.
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Slate was dreaming about licking Bear Bug Ice Cream off Dakota’s abs when he wondered why his mate was buzzing instead of moaning. Increasing the pressure of his tongue and grabbing Dakota’s cock, he was enjoying a fine taste of one, before sampling the other with his cold mouth. Sighing in relief when the buzzing stopped, he heard Dakota’s moans and calls for Slate to fuck him. As his tongue scooped up the rest of the melting ice cream, he again heard the annoying buzzing, followed by three dings.
His dream world slipping away, Slate awoke, groaned, rolled over and picked up his phone, cursing at whoever thought it was a perfect timeto call him. Rubbing his eyes, he focused on the texts first, reading them quickly. Alarmed, he opened the email his people sent and installed the attached app. Looking at it, he realized they’d finally found David. Jumping out of bed, he pulled on his jeans and headed to see Logan.
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Ian was slumbering peacefully but Colton was wide awake by his side, calling to mind all his medical knowledge about pregnancy. In his gut, he knew something was wrong but just couldn’t put his finger on it. The fatigue his mate was suffering had appeared too early, leading Colton to believe there was something wrong with the pup, but without the equipment back at the pack house, he was clueless about what was happening. Colton wanted to head home sooner than they’d planned. All that was left to do was to spend some time with Ian’s subjects, but once that was finished, he planned to enlist Ian’s parents to help persuade his mate to go home, promising them once the baby was born, he and his mate would return to Scotland. While he was formulating his plan, Ian’s phone rang, interrupting Colton’s train of thought.
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Logan groaned as Kieran shook him out of a deep sleep. “What’s the matter, babe?”
“Macushla,wake up! Someone’s knocking on our door.”
“Arrrggg, fuckingbedammed, I’m never going to get any sleep.” Rolling over, Logan slowly sat up, listening to the pounding, pissed off at the person doing it. Standing, he grabbed a robe and slipped his arms into before wrapping it around him and tying it closed. “Go back to sleep, babe. I’ll handle this,” Logan mumbled as he left their bedroom. Shuffling over to the suite’s door, he yanked it open and growled at Slate, “This better be good or I’m kicking you out…oh, Ian. Are you all right? The pup?”
Slate pushed in with Ian and Colton behind him. “Yeah, Ian’s fine. However, I received multiple texts, emails, and calls from my staff, waking me up.”
“So, you decided if you were awake, everyone should be?”
“Sounds good to me but no, this has to do with David and Zane and the...”
“I know where they are,” Ian interrupted.
“How? Where are they?” asked Logan.
“Angus called me and told me they showed up there earlier and asked for shelter so he put them in a spare cottage,” Ian said.
“So theyaresafe, right?” asked Logan.
“Yes…” answered Colton.
“No…” said Slate.
Logan’s eyes bounced between his brother and Slate. “I’m confused. Are they safe or not?”
Colton looked at Slate. “Go ahead.”
“My people finally found the frequency Antonio’s bio-tracker transmitter was using and they also discovered a number of them are active right now. I’m pretty sure they belong to the members of the group Antonio mentioned,” Slate said.
“Are any near us?” asked Logan, wondering if he needed to alert Groose.
“No…”
“Finally a break…” said Logan.
“Not exactly,” Slate said, fishing out his phone. “Here…look. See the red dots? Each one belongs to someone. And notice how they’re all heading toward the stationary red dot…and that location is…”
“Oh, fucking shit, where Angus and his pack mates are! And David and Zane!” exclaimed Logan.
