Page 29 of Rejected By the Alpha

“Damn it, Lucas! Please tell me I will get a copy of the email too?” he asks, and I smile.

“You will. I have a hunch the Ivory Fangs wolves will love to see it too, and I need you to forward it to that beta, Beta Lilac,” I confirm, Simon laughing louder.

“Trust me, Lucas, she will absolutely love the karma served to Marilyn.” I can sense a hidden meaning in his words but decide not to ask him to elaborate. Lilac could be his mate for all I know, and I don’t want to pry into my friend’s relationship. We just got our friendship back to normal after our fight when I rejected Kaylee, and I don’t want to ruin it again.

“So how far is this dealership?” I ask, as our laughter dies down and Simon manages to compose himself so that he can focus on driving.

“Not far, maybe a thirty-minute drive,” Simon shrugs with a sigh, his eyes filled with sadness as he pats the steering wheel. I know how much he loves this car, so selling it is going to hurt him. When I get a chance, I will get him another car, maybe his dream car, for all that he’s done for me.

“It’s getting to the town where Kurt is waiting that will take a bit of time. He used the bank card in that wallet of yours to buy tickets for bus rides to the next town over, and a motel stay until Ivory Fangs can pick them up. I actually have two tickets for us to take the next bus, at four.” I look at the dash after Simon’s explanation and frown. It's currently two-thirty, and we need to be at the next bus station within the next ninety minutes.

“Think you could drive a little faster then? We need to stay ahead of Oak Fur before Ramos figures out I am gone.” Simon rolls hiseyes at me, ignoring my suggestion to speed up as he follows the speed limit.

“I am more worried about whatever you used to create that email. What if your father finds it and cancels the email?” I growl at Simon, giving him a glare.

“He is not my father, so don’t ever call Ramos that again,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to calm down the sudden anger.

“And the device I used was a laptop that I wiped clean after I saved everything on a USB. The email is a burner email, and the laptop now sits in a bubble bath in the claw foot tub of my bathroom.” My anger subsides after my explanation, the memory of me throwing my laptop into the bubble bath that smelled like cinnamon and sugar—like Kaylee—reminding me that I am doing all of this to get her back. I will go to Ivory Fangs and meet the new alpha. Make sure my wolves are safe and sound, then set off to find her and beg for forgiveness, while setting fire to everything Marilyn held dear.

“She would be proud of you,” Simon voices as soon as he notices my mood settled.

“Who would be proud of me?” I ask, watching my friend as a soft smile transforms his face.

“Kaylee. She would be proud that you’re finally standing up for yourself.”

30

Kaylee

Standing in the foyer of the pack house, sipping on a hot cup of coffee, I keep an eye out for the vehicles that belong to the alpha of Shadow Moon. Last night I barely slept, with the news of Lucas being on house arrest. I was right to assume there was another reason why he rejected me but to learn this reason, I would have to meet him face to face.

“Do you need a refill, Beta Kaylee?” Turning to see an omega named Greg coming my way, I smile and hold out my nearly empty mug. He pours freshly brewed coffee into it, and I thank him before taking a sip.

“You seem on edge,” Greg notes, and I sigh, turning to look outside the open doors.

“I am,” I admit, watching pups run outside, chasing a ball. “Between the Shadow Moon alpha and a situation we were just made aware of, Ivory Fangs will be busy for the next few weeks.”

Greg hums as he stands beside me, his calming presence lowering my anxiety.

“Well, whatever it is that is bothering you, we have your back.” With these departing words, Greg resumes stocking the dining hall with food. Lunchtime is almost here, and with a total of eleven new wolves joining us, the omegas are busy preparing everything to be perfect. To show these Shadow Moon wolves that their pack did not break them.

[Kaylee, we are coming in hot with Shadow Moon,] Marco’s voice slips into my mind, and I frown. They are early by about thirty minutes.

[Got it. Amelia is still in her meeting, but I am at the pack house.] I quickly down the rest of my coffee, and place the empty mug on a side table by the door before making my way outside. Pack members have begun to gather as Royce jogs over from goddess only knows where. He gives me a nod in greeting. We wait patiently for the arrival of Shadow Moon and spot their vehicles just emerging from the tree line ten minutes later. The cars are surrounded by warriors and hunters from Ivory Fangs, the wolves making sure the drivers stay on the designated path. Marco is the one leading them, his russet-brown wolf form just ahead of everyone else.

[Clothes are in the first-floor bathroom for you,] I link him, as Marco reaches the pack house first. He rubs against my leg, making me laugh as his fur tickles my side before he enters the pack house. My wolves slowly come to stand on either side of thecrowd, their fur slightly raised as unease fills them. I let them be, knowing that the men exiting the vehicles are the very same ones that killed their friends and family.

Men and women of various heights step out of the vehicles, forming two lines of five and standing at attention. A man with long black hair tied loosely with a ribbon is the last to exit, with another man whose blond hair is cut short. I study these two, and send a link to Amelia that the alpha brought another person that I assume is the beta, judging from the power radiating off of them. She tells me to behave, and I hold in my scoff before the link closes.

“Welcome, Alpha—” I begin, stepping forward and holding my hand to the man with long hair.

“Alpha Jordan. It is a pleasure to meet you—” He takes my hand, giving it a firm shake and I hold in an eye roll. He is squeezing my hand harder than necessary.

“Beta Kaylee. Alpha Amelia is in a meeting right now, as we did not expect you to be here so soon.” I squeeze his fingers just as hard as he is squeezing mine, and relish in the slight wince Alpha Jordan tries to hide.

“Well, we wanted to make a good impression after what my father did.” I hum in acknowledgment as we release each other’s hands, and smile when I feel Marco come to stand behind me.

“This is our head warrior, Marco. He was one of the original wolves when this pack was known as Silver Paw.” I motion to my friend, who steps forward and shakes Alpha Jordan’s hand, a look of unease crossing the new alpha’s face as Marco stays silent and returns to his spot just behind me.

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