“Thank you. I made reservations for us to have dinner, I thought we should celebrate,” I announced. It was one of the restaurants we usually went to as a pack. Grace hadn’t been to any of them yet.
“Are we all a pack, now?” Grace asked.
“For the most part. Though for you, some things need to go through Mrs. Beekman and the Omega Center before they’re finalized.” Which could happen now that I had the specifics of her property. “I’ll meet you all there?”
I took my motorcycle and met them at the restaurant that was a pack favorite because you could cook your own food on the grill on the table.
“We haven’t had a family dinner out in a while. This is nice.” Evan’s arm slid around my waist as the server took us to our table.
I frowned as we were led to the back room. “Wait, I didn’t reserve a private room.”
“We did. Surprise.” Katie and her pack were there. A sign was taped to the wall.Congratulations, Thanukos Pack.
She did? I hugged my twin. “Thank you.”
“We have an alliance, right?” Lexi grinned as she hugged her brother.
Wes’ nose flared, and he sucked in a breath. “Wait…”
“Yeah. Not trying to hijack your party. Damn alpha noses.” Lexi’s smile broadened.
Grace blinked.
“Babies. The sister pack is bringing on the baby invasion,” I explained.
She did a happy little dance. “Babies. Yay.”
“Grace, I want to hear all about the PIIP symposium.” Rami, Katie’s omega, waved her over.
While I’d wanted to have a nice, quiet dinner with my pack, it was nice of the sister pack to do this.
We all ordered a ton of food and laughed as we ate and drank.
“Welcome to the chaos, Grace.” Katie laughed. “Any other news, Bren?”
Oh. Right. “The courts have awarded me my assets. Which includes the Morris Foundation Building.”
“Really? That was quick.” Jett grinned. “Eviction notices all around?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
Though I was considering selling the building. We’d see, after I liquidated some of the other things. Most of it was going into our family foundation, anyway. Did I need it? No. It was the principle of the matter. Also, I loved the irony of using the money from my mother’s family to fund the scholarships we’d put in place to cover the ones that she cut.
“What about the State Street Building?” Katie asked.
I shrugged. “She had the opportunity to make the trade–which was a lot more advantageous to her. But that’s passed. How’s the new job?”
“I love it,” Katie responded.
“Wow. Really?” My brother Liam, who’d head up the Morris Company one day, leaned in the doorway.
“Fuck off, Liam. I’m allowed to have dinner with my brother.” Katie scratched her nose with her middle finger.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Liam looked at the sign congratulating our new pack.
Spencer stood, expression fierce. “Do you have an issue with my family, Liam?”
“Only that you had the poor taste to include my brother.” Liam chuckled derisively.
