Page 39 of Lightning Strikes

My guards eventually finish waking up and race into the kitchen to cook us breakfast. I shuffle down the hall to my room to take a shower. I’m glad that Ella stayed over, but I’m so mad at myself for not going over to her house or calling her immediately. I didn’t think.

I toss off my clothes and turn on the water before stepping into the glass shower and sitting on the tiled floor. I kept my phone right outside the door on the ground and made sure my volume was up high. Mac is never leaving my sight again. Ever.

After washing my hair and body, I wrap myself up in a towel and get into bed and close my eyes. I need to hear his voice. See his face. Hold him against me. I must have drifted off again because I wake up to someone knocking at my door.

“I have breakfast for you, Ang.” I sigh as I sit up and call for them to come in. I secure the towel around me and pull the blankets up and relax back against the headboard.

“Thank you.” I try to smile at Carter and he just pats my head.

“We have a meeting with the alpha in about an hour. We’ll just be right down the road and managed to convince him you’ll be fine in a locked house with your strong, scary mother-in-law.”

I nod at him as I begin to shovel a salsa and cheese covered omelet into my mouth. There’s also bacon and sausage, like always, and he has a full glass of juice in his hand. “What’s the meeting about?”

“What Mac went through. He wants all of the guards, enforcers, and betas to be prepared for anything like that happening around here. He also is considering adding more guards to you since Mac is injured and he’s worried that there may be retaliation in the future from whoever is pulling the strings. They know who Mac is now, and they may be able to figure out who he affiliates with.”

I frown as I finish up my meal and steal my glass of orange juice from his hand. “I think four is enough. Does anyone else in the pack get guards? Or just pregnant women?”

He sits beside me on the bed and runs his fingers through his white hair. “Anyone of importance. Healer, Alpha, alpha mate, their children. Anyone in the pack can request a guard if they need to leave the community for whatever reason, and the alpha usually approves.”

I imagine my house would be filled with guards if the alpha knew my true skillset. Especially since all paranormals have been getting weaker and weaker every generation since the fae left. I wonder what drove my parents to tell Adam’s dad about my powers… and if I should tell Alpha Deacon.

Worst case scenario I can alwaysmakehim forget… but that also depends on who else he tells. I doubt I can work my way through a thousand shifters to forget everything in a timely manner.

“Makes sense. Well, I’m glad I have you four. I doubt I need any more.”

He winks at me and stands up to collects my dishes. “Just rest today. Ella is asleep in the guest room right beside you and I dropped off her meal before I came in here. You have all of our numbers, so call us if you need anything.”

I lay back down and close my eyes. The more I sleep, the better I’ll feel, and the faster it will be until I can see Mac again. I also need to ask for his opinion on talking to our new alpha. “Hurry back, Mac.” I whisper as I fall asleep and I hope I can just sleep for the rest of the day.

I wake up to someone massaging my scalp and crack my eyes open to see Ella’s smiling face. Her hair is still damp and she smells like my body wash and shampoo. “Hey, they’ll be landing soon. Paul and Russell left a bit ago to go pick them up. Get up, get ready, and eat the lunch I placed for you in the oven.”

I scramble out of bed and search for my phone. “Why didn’t they tell us?” I hiss as I rush to the ensuite.

“I told them to let you sleep and I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

I hold back a growl and slam the bathroom door as I pull up my hair into a bun and wash my body. My hair is still clean from my shower earlier but scrubbing my body after sleeping and sweating in the blankets feels like heaven. I step out and dry off before walking to the other side of my bedroom to the closet and pulling out a bra, dress, and panties from one of the bags that Ella dropped off the other day.

At least she has good taste. The dress is so damn soft and it feels like a stretchy material, she probably bought it with that in mind as I’m sure I’ll be a hippo by the end of this pregnancy.

I toss my towel into the hamper and finish up in the bathroom before pulling my plate out of the oven and sitting at the island. The house is silent, so I assume Carter and Ryan are downstairs. Ella probably went back to her house to prepare for Tom…

Fuck… Who had Max and Scout during the insanity? I assume they’re fine since no one has mentioned them. I’m sure Ella would have said something.

I clean the kitchen and walk through each room straightening up, nervous… I sit at on the couch staring at the blank TV while I wait. Eventually Ella joins me and puts on a mindless show and I have no recollection of what we watched.

By the time Mac ambles through the door I’m a big ball of anxiety and I jump up and crash into him with sobs and tears streaming down my face.

“I’m okay, Ang.” He kisses my head and pulls me up by my hips and I wrap myself around him like a monkey. “We’re safe here and I’m never stepping foot in that damn state again.”

I nod against his chest and sniffle. “Do you need any healing?” I whisper into his ear and he shrugs.

“Let me get settled first.” He walks with me in his arms to the couch and sits down with a grunt. Ella fusses over him and Tom steps in with Max and Scout with a sad smile lining his face.

“We’ll let you kids relax, I’ll have Ella show me around and we’ll bring home dinner.” He pats our heads and waves as he drags his wife out of the house, leaving us alone.

“Before I heal you… Should we tell the alpha about me? Mom and dad told Adam’s dad and he passed down the info to Adam…”

He sighs and purses his lips. I catalogue his facial features and stare into his gorgeous light green eyes. His hair is an absolute mess and I wonder if he’s even showered yet. “It’s up to you… If your parents made it a point to tell him…”

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