My jaw clenched at the mention of the event which forced us to leave the Titans MC two years ago and move into the home my mother’s family owned.
“You still should have told us.” Doc’s voice came from behind me. I turned to find the rumpled looking alpha and our equally sleepy omega stepping into the bar, still dressed in their pajamas.
‘Your shit is our shit,’Podcast signed. He was the youngest amongst us at twenty-four, and like me, he had been raised in the club. All three of the women in front of me had a hand in raising him because his drug addict mother couldn’t be bothered to take care of him.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Legs greeted him, holding her arms open for a hug which Podcast eagerly stepped into.
‘We missed you,’she signed to him after they’d pulled away.
“Did you get them out at least?” Doc asked as he pressed light kisses to the top of each of the older women’s heads before sliding onto the stool next to mine. As always, he looked completely calm. His shoulders were relaxed and his face was neutral, but I could feel his anger boiling just beneath the surface.
Podcast could feel it too and our omega reached out to place a hand over Doc’s, hitting the alpha with what I was sure was a whammy of soothing omega pheromones.
Legs shook her head at Doc’s question. “No, they were dead before we even made it to the Cape. I’ve lost most of my sources on the inside, but it sounds like Orpheus is starting to lose his shit.”
I cursed under my breath. Up to this point, Orpheus had respected our stake on South Boston. The agreement had been that as long as he left us alone, neither Doc nor I would challenge him for the Prez seat, a fight he wasn’t sure he could win. So far he’d been content to run his father’s kingdom, the coast of Massachusetts from Cape Cod down through Rhode Island, but judging by Legs’ expression I knew that contentment had faded over the past two years.
I should have known that Orpheus would never stay happy as long as Doc and I were a threat to him, even a perceived one. I had spent my entire childhood buckling to his wishes because his father gave him everything he wanted, even if it belonged to someone else.
We didn’t have a full MC to fall back on. It was just us and the BBs here.
I could reach out to the Sons of Silence, which was the MC located directly above Boston stretching up into Canada, but those sorts of deals always came with strings and I was quickly running out of bargaining chips.
“Has he made any moves?” Doc asked, his expression grave.
Legs shrugged. “Not that I can see. He’s got a couple of the beta girls up here in the city working the street regardless of whether they have an alpha protecting them or not.”
Doc and I exchanged a grimace. Apollo had outlawed the use of beta bodies for profit. The men and women who were under the protection of the Titans did engage in sex with members, and lots of it, but consent had always been a clear line that Apollo wouldn’t allow his members to cross. You were liable to lose your dick if you were sticking it in an unwilling participant.
But Orpheus had never put much stock into that rule and Apollo had been forced to clean up more than one of his son’s messes. Even then, Apollo still treated his son like the sun rose and set on him, further inflating Orpheus’s shitty ego more than it already was.
“If you see any of them while you are out and about, let me know,” I said to the BBs who nodded solemnly.
Podcast tugged on my sleeve, forcing me to look down at him.‘We should tell them about Juneau,’he said, finger-spelling her name before making a wavy-motion next to his head to let me know that was what he would use when referring to the time-traveling omega who was probably still upstairs crying because I’d been an asshole to her.
“Who’s Juneau?” Taz asked, frowning.
How the hell was I supposed to explain to them that an entire fucking omega had popped out of an old ass mirror and now we had to keep her in the house until the next solstice or whatever until she could go home?
Well, I told them just that, watching their expressions shift from shocked, to amazed, until they finally settled on something akin to wonderstruck.
“You know, your mom used to tell me about the story of Juneau Wilde, especially toward the end. Your great-grandma met her once at a tea party, what was her name again…?” Legs trailed off, knowing that I knew full well who she was talking about.
“Midge,” I provided begrudgingly. I had been trying hard not to remember all of the bedtime stories my mother would tell me about Boston’s Cinderella who disappeared leaving only her gold shoe behind. My mother’s theory had been that she had been so beautiful and vivacious that fairies had stolen her away. It was too weird for me to try and console the picture of the magical princess I used to imagine with the rumpled, bratty omega that had fallen from the sky and into my arms.
“Yes that’s right, Midge,” Legs agreed, her gray eyes pinning me to my stool. “Your mom would be so amazed by all of this. She always did believe in magic, you know. Taz do you remember the Seances she had us do in here when Rex was little?”
The two shared a laugh, but I felt a shiver travel up my spine. Those seances had been my first brush with spooky shit. My mom and the BBs had sat in the middle of the living room with a Ouija board and scared themselves silly trying to ask it questions.
But they hadn’t seen the shadow figures on the wall or heard the sinister whispers that they had seemingly summoned, but I had.
Ever since then I avoided anything to do with the supernatural… at least Ihaduntil the supernatural had literally fallen into our lives last night. It had pretty blue eyes and an attitude the size of Texas.
“Where is she? I’d love to meet her,” Taz said, her eyes moving past me as if Juneau was hiding just behind the door to the main house just waiting to jump out and yell ‘surprise!’
Their keen interest in Juneau gave me an idea.
“About that…” I began to tell them all about the omega that was sure to be pouting upstairs still.
