“It used to be called pack Albrite. But my father is the alpha and changed it to his name. Rohan Pack.”
“I haven’t heard of them. But I wouldn’t because we were only taught about our own history. Not that of others.”
Just then, Elias came into the entryway. “Luncheon is served in the dining room,” he announced.
Kirion rose. “Come along, Remi.”
Remington got up and ran to him, taking his hand. Tane and I stood at the same time. Malin was the last. He kept looking at Tane. I knew he wanted something more.
Kirion, who seemed quite perceptive, said, “Come on. Let’s walk ahead.”
I thought he was talking to Remington, but his eyes caught mine and I nodded. I turned to Malin. “Take your time.” I kept my voice at a murmur, for his ears only.
I followed Kirion and Remington out the doorway and down another long hall. When we reached the dining room, wonderful scents filled the air.
“Mmm, that smells good.”
“Are you hungry from your trip?” Kirion asked.
“Starved.”
I watched him place Remington on a chair with a booster seat. Soon, I would be doing that for our child. Kirion removed the domed warmer from his plate. On it were chicken nuggets, carrots and mashed potatoes. Remington grabbed a nugget and took a bite.
Kirion walked around the table. “I thought you could sit here. And Malin next to you.”
“Thank you.” I took a seat.
“We have everything available to drink.” He paused, his look intent. “But I think you’ll stick to water, juice or soda?”
“Oh, um, yes.” I already knew he could scent my pregnancy. “I’m a couple months along.”
He smiled. “Is it what you both want?”
“Very much.”
He reached out and touched my wrist. “Congrats.” Then softer, “I heard you were at Brimstone for a while. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. We met at a party. Malin literally saved my ass. And the owner of Brimstone didn’t make it easy, either. I had no idea Malin was coming back for me after that party. And then he wasthere and I wasn’t sure why.” I looked up at him. “He had never even touched me.”
I knew Malin hadn’t been nice to Kirion, but Kirion didn’t say a word about it. “That’s a very generous thing to do. I’m glad for you.”
“I just wanted to make it clear. He didn’t ever take advantage of me. I’m aware he treated you very badly.”
Kirion tilted his head, cool and calm, then sat across the table from me next to Remington. “He was only twenty when I met him. He wasn’t nice to me, that’s true. But he never laid a hand on me.”
I nodded, then shrugged. “He’s a bit hard to get to know.”
Kirion just smiled and handed me a soda from an ice bucket. My glass was already filled with ice. I opened the bottle and poured.
“I’m glad you came,” he said.
“Me, too.”
Kirion poured juice for Remington and a soda for himself, ignoring the array of wine bottles set up at the end of the long table. Then he handed me a salad bowl and we started to dish up our food.
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Malin
