Page 18 of Fated Redemption
Maddox looked over to Aleks who nodded.
“Maybe she can just sleep it off,” Aleks said.
Rhys could see that the man was worried for his tiny mate.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Rebecca protested, struggling in Aleks’s arms.
“You were trying to shoot red dots when we got here!” Ashby yelled.
That was when Rhys began to get concerned. This was not how his sweet prince normally behaved.
“Maddox,” he said, in an urgent whisper.
“I know, I’ve noticed too.” He put the syringe away.
“I have a better idea. Rebecca, Ashby, I think the two of you need to go visit Kate. She sounded really upset don’t you think? She could help you out with the colors, Rebecca,” Maddox said reasonably.
“I do want to make sure she’s okay,” Rebecca admitted.
They all piled into Aleks new Suburban and drove to the pack house.
“My breathing is funny,” Rebecca said, from the passenger seat.
“That is because you drank enough caffeine to stun an army platoon. How you’re still standing and conscious is a medical mystery.” Maddox shook his head.
They got to the pack house and Aleks didn’t even bother with knocking. By this time Rebecca had turned morose and lethargic. Ashby was just weeping silently. Aleks kicked the door in and carried Rebecca inside. Rhys followed carrying his prince.
“Aleks, what in the hell is going on? Sebastian and Nic got here then all three of them started crying.” Bran’s hair was sticking out at every angle as if he had pulled on it and it had stayed that way. Caleb looked worried sick.
“I don’t know, but these two started to get that way when we hit the bottom of your driveway. Where are they?” Aleks asked, shifting Rebecca in his arms.
“Family room. We pushed the sofas and ottomans together to create a huge bed,” Caleb said, leading the way down the hall. He opened a heavy wooden door and the sounds of sniffling and crying could be heard.
“Aleks, Rhys, just lay them down with the others,” Maddox advised.
Aleks walked over and lay Rebecca next to Kate and Rhys put Ashby next to Rebecca. All five wept and sniffled for about thirty seconds before they all fell fast asleep, curled around each other. Maddox motioned to Felix and Moe and the six men left the room closing the door behind them.
Just as the door shut, one of the younger wolves came bounding down the hallway.
“Hey Alpha!” he called out, waving, oblivious to the day’s turmoil.
Maddox’s hand shot out and he grabbed the pup by the throat. “Your Alpha, Alpha Mother and the Inner Court are in there asleep and exhausted. You wake them up and I will eviscerate you,” Maddox threatened.
“Oh fuck, that got me hard,” Felix moaned.
Maddox released the young man who took off in the opposite direction at a run, passing Riley and Logan as they walked up to them.
Riley Conrad glided toward them with the grace Rhys usually associated with one of the lions. Despite his lean build he was a beta to be reckoned with. His vicious fighting skills had kept more than one would-be troublemaker in line. As usual his brown hair was shaggy and cut at different lengths. Rhys could imagine the man simply taking a pair of scissors to his hair and cutting it whenever it got in his way. The beta’s hazel eyes that were normally more jovial looked worried.
Beside him one of the pack’s enforcers moved silently next to his beta. Rhys had to admit he was impressed. He had never seen a man his size move that silently unless he was a vampire. Logan Tiernan stood shoulder to shoulder with Caleb, putting him well over Bran’s six foot four inches. He reminded Rhys more of a bear than a wolf. Logan’s shoulders seemed to fill the hallway. Despite his size there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Like Moe, the man seemed to be made of pure muscle. His brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his brown eyes seemed to look past the group as if constantly evaluating the threat level.
Bran’s raised voice brought Rhys back to the discussion at hand.
“Doc, what’s wrong with them?” Bran demanded.
“It’s the Inner Court. Medical science goes out the window with them. But, if I had to hazard a guess, it would be postpartum depression, times five. It threw Rebecca into amanic state and Kate into a depressed one. Rebecca’s case was exacerbated by the caffeine.” The men just stared at the doctor in a confused, dejected horror.
“Look at it this way, gentlemen. It will never be boring.” He turned to Bran and Caleb. “I’d make up guest rooms for Gabriel, his guard, Liam and Kent plus a few lions. Looks like everyone is crashing here tonight.”
