Page 28 of Rejected By the Alpha

“What about my nephew?” Amelia asks. I shudder, my heart feeling like a knife has just stabbed me, but this is Amelia’sfamily. I know she still cares about her nephew, even after what he did to me.

“Like I said, he is under house arrest. Ramos is moving the wedding forward to forty-eight hours from now, but I think Lucas will kill himself before then.” The pain in my heart grows and I rest my head against the window. I hate him for what he did. Hate him for hurting me, all because of an arranged marriage. But Lucas does not deserve to die.

“Kaylee,” Kurt calls my name, and I hum a noise of acknowledgment, unable to trust myself to speak.

“Lucas and Simon will be safe. Trust in me, please,” he pleads. I take a deep breath and turn to face my phone, finding Amelia and David staring at me with concern.

“I trust you. But I don’t think I can accept Lucas into my pack, if that is what you are going to say next.” Kurt lets out a sigh, and I can tell he won’t argue with me.

“That’s fine. Lucas has a lot to make up to you, but promise me something.”

“What is it?” I ask, getting a smile from Amelia.

“When Lucas comes to find you, listen to his reason. Anyone who knows why Lucas is being forced to marry Marilyn was forced to create a blood pact, not to say a word. This includes Simon. If we said anything to anyone, Ramos would have killed us.” I look to David and Amelia, raising a brow to see if they know this, but they look just as shocked as I do.

“The only three people able to openly say anything are Lucas, Marilyn, and Ramos.” Some honking in the distance causes Kurt to become silent, and we wait with bated breaths. The situation they are in is dire.

“I need to go, but I will call you by tomorrow night. I know there is a visiting alpha coming, but I need your help.” Kurt’s words are a whisper, and I look to Amelia before she whispers, ‘On it’. Her eyes glaze over, and I ask Kurt to stay on the line for at least two more minutes. When Amelia’s eyes regain focus, she turns her attention to the phone.

“Kurt. I am sending six of my men to come get you now. We are sending the bus, as well as two vans to help with transporting all of you, but I have a request,” Amelia declares, her tone serious as she sends me an apologetic look. A sinking feeling rises inside me as I wait to hear the rest.

“Anything, Amelia,” Kurt answers.

“Save my nephew.”

29

Lucas

Looking out my window, I watch for any signs of warriors guarding the pack house that might hinder my plans for escape. My bags are already packed with the essentials, except for the documents in my safe. I will have to leave those behind.

It is currently two in the morning. The party should be over by now, and Ramos must have made some excuse as to why I was not there. That’s fine. I don’t need to be part of a pack that is complacent with how these two tyrants are leading Oak Fur into the ground.

My door opens and I whirl around, ready to fight whoever comes through, when I notice Simon standing there, a grin on his face and some envelopes in his hands. Envelopes that came from my safe.

“We’ve got fifteen minutes to grab and go.” My friend is the first to speak as he walks over to where I stand, handing me the envelopes that contain the deeds to the businesses I own without Ramos’ knowledge. Something my mother secretly left to me, that I only found out about when I turned nineteen almost two years ago.

“I have my things packed. I thought I would end up leaving these behind, so thanks for grabbing them.” I move to where my bags are hidden under my bed and lift them on top of the duvet. I quickly pack away the envelopes, making sure they are secured before I zip the bags up and sling the straps over my shoulders.

“Let’s go!” Simon grins as he leads the way. I follow him out of my room and stop when I notice the guards Ramos stationed to keep me locked in are unconscious on the ground. I look at Simon, brows raised when he shrugs, and his grin turns into a smirk.

“Marilyn likes to use wolfsbane, so I took a trick out of her book. They aren’t dead, but will definitely have no memories about our escape.” I snort out a laugh at his answer before we silently continue our escape. The pack house is quiet, with everyone that lives here fast asleep or too busy with their own partners to worry about someone walking the halls. We manage to make it outside, Simon’s Mazda 3 waiting for us, where I promptly throw my bags into the back seat and climb into the passenger side.

“I hope you know, we are only driving for a little bit before I drop the car off at a dealership. Can’t have Ramos tracking my car,” Simon states as he presses on the gas, the car lurching forward before I can get my seatbelt on. Glaring at my friend and telling him to be careful, I take my SIM card out of my cellphone andturn the device off. I will need to get a new phone and change my number as soon as possible as well.

“Don’t renounce your status to the pack until we meet up with Kurt. Ivory Fangs sent the bus and some vans to come pick us all up, so as soon as we are safely on our way there, we can then turn rogue,” Simon continues as we drive past houses and businesses that belong to Oak Fur. I nod, wondering if this is how the other two groups of wolves escaping Oak Fur handled their situation.

We reach the pack border in no time, Simon zooming through it like we were fugitives on the run. I guess at this point, we are.

“I should warn you, I did a thing,” I state when the car begins to slow, as we reach the regular roads. Human police patrol these roads regularly, and two speeding young adults are definitely a hard-on for a cop trying to make an example for reckless driving.

“What did you do?” Simon asks, eyeing me with suspicion.

“I sent everything in a mass email. By eight o’clock tomorrow night, everyone Oak Fur is associated with, including the members of the pack, will know about the blackmailing, the shit Marilyn and her father put me through, as well as Ramos fucking her.” The absurdity of the situation finally hits me, and I find myself laughing uncontrollably after confessing this to Simon. He swerves and pulls to the side of the road, turning to look at me in shock as he parks the car.

“No!” he exclaims in disbelief, and I nod, resting my head in my hands as I continue to laugh.

“I wish I could see the look on everyone’s faces,” I laugh, Simon’s face morphing into a wide grin as he begins to laugh along.

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