Page 102 of A Chance at Redemption for the Alpha
I hold back a snort. “Honestly, it’s not like I was all innocent in-“
“Oh, please,” Silas interrupts me. “Let’s not go there again. No people-pleasure mentality! The only person in this room you are allowed to please is me.”
“Okay, okay, I got you, old patterns,” I grin. “How about we proceed to work?”
“I agree,” Eugene hurries to say. He looks slightly flustered, but other than that, keeps his cool. He is much more serious than he was a couple of years ago, and despite the fallout we had, it makes me relieved to see him like that.
He and I are twins after all, and resemble each other in a lot of areas. We both seem to have the ability to throw ourselves into work and forget everything else around us. Momentarily, I am able to shove the awkwardness and the craziness of the situation aside, not thinking about how I just stepped onto the pack grounds of my former home and met my family, after not even contacting them once. I had no time to plan this, but maybe it was for the better.
“Actually,” Eugene explains. “We’ve had a change of plans, or rather, the situation has changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“Originally, we saved two male omegas, but we also took in one mother with her daughter. She was with a ranked wolf, but now that he has met his mate, he wants her and the child gone.”
“You are kidding,” I exclaim in disgust.
“I wish I were,” he says. “We’ve also had a young she-wolf join the group. She is the sister of one of the omegas. She was neither abused nor a victim, as she ranked higher.”
“She didn’t want to leave her brother alone,” Flo explains to us. “Very sweet young woman, barely legal. Her parents disowned her after getting to know that she was in contact with her little brother. She is adamant she’s staying with him, which will honestly help his recovery tremendously.”
“We weren’t able to contact you in advance,” Eugene says. “Everything happened yesterday. Can you even take in a group of five?”
Silas and I exchange a short look. I don’t need to link him to know what he thinks. “We have room for them,” I assurehim. “We are currently expanding, and we have a strong, allied neighboring pack that’s supporting our project.”
“Who is the alpha?” Dad asks.
“Cassian,” I say.
“I have met him once,” Dad says. “When he accompanied his father. Very capable and good-natured man.”
“He is a fantastic leader,” Silas says. “And he has become a good friend of both Marcellus and me.” A smile that could be considered as borderline vile curls his lips suddenly. “Marc also managed to become allies with Alpha Liam from Red Claw and with Alpha Elden from Silverlake packs.”
“The two royal lycan packs?” Dad exclaims.
“They have been a great support,” I explain. “Liam has taken a particular liking to our project.”
Eugene can only look at me as if he can’t really grasp what I just said. So, I continue. “One of our newer additions to the pack is actually very talented at handiwork and has begun the process of renovating some of our older buildings,” I explain further. “We also have a lot more funds now to care for this group of victims.”
Eugene looks relieved. “I am so glad. If you didn’t have the capacity, I would have let them stay here, of course. But the boys in particular are shaken, and I don’t think that this here is the right environment to truly support their needs and get them the help they deserve.”
“I am going to contact the therapist that Lune Marius recommended to us,” Silas tells me.
“Do that.”
Are you okay on your own?
I am,I reassure him.I feel so much more in control now.
Silas gets up, gazing at my parents with his signature smile, from the North Pole. “Would it be possible for you to show methe way around the pack, and I could maybe have a talk with the infirmary?”
For a moment, he has a staredown with my father, before Dad gets up with a little sigh. “Of course. Let’s go, Lord Silas.”
“I can help, too,” Elliot offers.
Mom looks torn, grabbing my hand. “Please don’t leave without a word again,” she says. “I wish you would stay. I know you can’t, but I just wish…” She swallows thickly. “I don’t want to lose one of my children again.”
“I am sorry for worrying you for so many years, Mom,” I say quietly.
