Page 166 of Healed in the Alpha's Embrace
A growl rose in my throat. George. It had to be. First the attack on my gym, then Ro, and now this? What the fuck was he playing at?
“What’s going on?” Zoey asked.
“George,” I spat. “He’s screwing with my business. Sent an email posing as me, trying to pull my fighters out of a big regional bout.”
Her eyes widened. “Why would he do that?”
I shook my head, frustration mounting. “I don’t know. To get under my skin? To mess with my head? I’m not sure. But I’m damn well going to find out.”
I stood up, pacing the room like a caged animal. My wolf was close to the surface, agitated and angry, wanting to hunt down the threat to our pack. But I forced myself to think rationally. George was playing a game, and I needed to be smart if I was going to beat him at it.
First things first. I needed to call Ky. We had to make sure everyone in the business knew to verify any unusual requests with one of us directly. We couldn’t afford to let George’s meddling cause any more damage.
As I scrolled through my contacts to Ky’s number, I glanced over at Zoey. She was watching me with a mix of worry and determination.
I hit the call button and waited impatiently as the phone rang. Ky picked up on the second ring.
“Noah, what’s up?” he asked. “Everything okay?”
“No, it’s not,” I snapped, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “George’s at it again. He sent an email to the organizers, trying to pull our fighters out of the next bout.”
“What the hell?” Ky cursed under his breath. “How did he even get access to our accounts?”
“I don’t know, but we need to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Can you reach out to the kids and the investors? Make sure they know to run any suspicious contact through us first.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks, Ky. I appreciate it.”
There was a pause, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in Ky’s head. “So, what’s your next move? How are you planning to handle this?”
I glanced at the clock on the wall. “Right now, I’ve got to focus on dinner with my parents. They’re on their way over.”
“Damn, that’s right. How do you think it’s going to go with your dad?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. Things have been better between us lately, especially after he helped with Ro’s shift. But I don’t want to give him any reason to criticize how I’m running the pack.”
“Just try to keep an open mind. He might surprise you.”
“I hope so, Ky. I really do. Keep me posted on the financial stuff, okay?”
“Will do. Good luck with your parents.”
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket. My parents would be here any minute, and I needed to be ready. I wasn’t going to let George ruin this evening. I was determined to show my father that I was a capable alpha, that I could handle whatever challenges came my way.
But as I heard the sound of tires crunching on the gravel outside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this dinner was going to be anything but easy.
I opened the door to greet my parents and ushered them inside, taking their coats and hanging them up. Not wanting to upset Zoey, I told them about George’s latest attempt before we reached the kitchen.
“George entered town again today and tried to take Zoey and Ro. Sent one of his lackeys to distract me while he summoned Ro,” I said in a hushed voice.
My father’s nostrils flared. “He tried to summon Roland? Is he okay?”
“He’s fine,” I said. “I managed to break the connection and officially accept Ro into the pack. George won’t be able to influence him anymore.”
To my surprise, instead of berating me that George had gotten into town, my father nodded in approval. “You acted fast. Wonderful job.”
I blinked, taken aback by the compliment. I wasn’t used to hearing such things from him. I cleared my throat, embarrassed at how emotional my father’s approval made me feel, then packed it away to deal with another time. Right now, I had to focus on the evening ahead. Dinner with my parents was sure to be an interesting affair.
