Page 19 of Fated Redemption
“We’ll take care of that Alpha,” Riley said, motioning between himself and Logan. Bran nodded his thanks.
Maddox turned to Aleks. “You might want to let your Ma know she’ll have the boys overnight.”
Aleks rubbed his hand over his face and grabbed his cell phone.
Rhys almost flinched with the doctor turned to him.
“Can you call Gabriel? He’ll be worried about Ashby.”
Rhys winced. He was hoping he wouldn’t be the one to call his prince. He nodded. “Sure.” He reached for his cell phone and dialed Gabriel’s direct number.
“Rhys? Is everything okay?” Gabriel’s concerned tone for him was warming.
“I’m fine, but Prince Ashby…” That was as far as he got.
“Where is Ashby?” The melodic voice turned dark.
“He’s at the pack house with the Inner Court, looks like they all got whammied by postpartum depression and espressos. He’s sleeping it off with Rebecca and the others in the pack’s family room,” Rhys explained, and even though he witnessed the morning first hand it still sounded impossible to him.
“He’s sleeping?” Gabriel sounded relieved.
“Yes, out like a light.”
“I’ll be there soon. Where is Arthur?”
“Ma is watching him, Aidhan and Lucian for the night.”
“Gods bless that woman. Rhys, stay with Ashby until I get there.”
“Of course, My Prince.”
The line disconnected.
When he turned to face his mate he saw that Moe was leaning against the wall next to the family room door acting as a guard.
“Crazy day huh?” Moe asked.
“You know, last night I felt like you deserved so much more. That I was destined to be a burden on you for all eternity.”
“Sounds like you changed your mind.”
“You have it better than Aleks. Even with my addiction.” Rhys smirked.
“Hey!” Aleks whispered harshly.
Moe simply covered his mouth and walked away. In the distance Rhys heard the faint sounds of booming laughter. Felix simply cackled lowly, leaning against Maddox whose mouth was twitching.
Best. Morning. Ever.
Chapter Four
In the end, they caught a ride back to town with Felix and Maddox since Felix had driven his group to the pack house in the brand new car that Maddox had gotten him for Christmas.
Rhys looked down at his fingers intertwined with Moe’s. He had been able to joke about his addiction at the pack house, but he hadn’t really meant it. The memories of the other night still haunted him.
“What the hell!” Felix’s startled voice had him looking out the window. They had parked alongside the clinic facing the bar. Even from this distance he could see a crowd of people standing around the bar entrance. They didn’t open for hours, so this couldn’t be good.
“Peyton,” Moe whispered, frowning.
