Page 37 of The Betas: Rene
“I’m sure The Alpha told the Council and Alpha Clavier informed his Betas. We’ll see all the other Betas at the Council meeting on Friday. The Alpha asked the others to have their Enforcers watch the Mates during the meeting. The Mates will all be in one place. Fridays, they havelunch.” Martin used air quotes. “The Alphas will have to assign two Enforcers to each of them.” He laughed at Frankie’s furrowed brow.
“Why do all of you refer to lunch with air quotes?” Frankie’s curiosity finally got the better of him.
Martin grinned. “They use lunch as an excuse to plot. The week before last the Mates decided to spend Saturday at a counter demonstration that planned on shadowing an antigay rights march passing by Stonewall. It was likely to get rough, and it did, four were hospitalized. Thank the gods one of the Betas found out, and we stopped them before they all got out the door. With our luck, the lot of them would have been arrested and…”
“I would have been at the precinct bailing them out.” Edward grimaced.
“At best, we would have had to watch them as they performed some community service andwewould have faced all the Alphas’ wrath for not knowing what they were planning and stopping them ahead of time. Or, gods forbid, if the worst happened, and one of them got hurt, they’d be picking pieces of each of the Mates’ Betas off the walls after the Alphas got done with us.” René chuckled. “They do keep life interesting.”
“I’m glad no one expects me to dolunch. I’m a little old for that kind of nonsense. If I believe in a cause, I’ll demonstrate, but only as part of a well-organized and disciplined group. I don’t want anyone around me to start throwing rocks and bottles and get myself caught up in the crossfire.” Frankie sipped his cognac.
“Now, why is it, you and Edward are so sensible, and they’re so…?” René threw up his hands.
“Because they’re Alpha Mates. Edward and Frankie are Beta Mates. We depend on them to be sensible because we deal with difficulties all day. For some reason or other, Alpha Mates are all temperamental, even those who mate with pack Alphas. Maybe it’s because Alphas are divas and demanding in their own right that the gods give them little divas at home as an object lesson.” Martin turned, furtively checking on The Alpha’s location. “It’s like every intense drama needs some comic relief.”
Frankie nodded at his philosophical statement.
“You’re probably right.” René reached for Frankie’s hand and kissed it. “I got no drama, exactly what I need.”
“So did I, the gods are good to us,” Martin concluded.
René and Frankie got up to walk to their seats, but the steward approached them.
“Beta René, The Alpha wishes to speak with you before you sit down with the Beta Mate.”
Frankie admired René’s ass as his soon-to-be lover ambled toward the front of the plane.
About fifteen minutes later, his wolf was back. He sat down next to Frankie and pulled him into his lap. “Let’s take a short nap, Ma Vie.” René kissed his face. “We’ll have a late night.”
“What did The Alpha want?”
René gave a short laugh. “To explain the birds and the bees.”
