Page 57 of The Alpha's Heir

I have been expecting this, especially now that the Werewolf Council will have to punish Junior, and that’s before the Mafia and Aiden get a hold of him for what he has done.

“I will tell Aiden when he calls, and we can sit down and talk then.” They both smile, their relief obvious that their request would at least be heard by us.

“Did John go to court today to support Amber?” My father asks me when the conversation starts to dry up. No one else knows that Aiden and Amber’s father has been hiding since their return from Scotland. There will be plenty of questions today as to why he isn’t there supporting his daughter.

“Aiden didn’t say. I still haven’t met his father and I’m not sure I want to after what Aiden has been through.”

Lydia writes out a list of things I may need for Summer and myself and the baby growing inside me. She also promises to come back and visit Melanie on my behalf. “Would you mind if I started knitting for the baby, Eva? I have the patterns for blankets, cardigans, booties and hats.”

Shyly, I admit that I would love her to do that. When my dad notices my timidity, he cuddles me and tells me to let them help, that it is their pleasure.

“Thank you. You don’t know how good it is to have your support. Apart from my friend, Salma, there was no one to help when I was having Summer. I have so much support now.” Every word is true, I am blessed with love and support and I am so thankful for it.

There have been some really shitty times in my life, but the good times far outweigh the bad and now, with my family around me, supporting me and loving me, I can only see blue skies ahead.

*** Amber ***

The wait is killing me. I just want this over and done with. Preston and Aiden are both driving me wild with their pacing and impatient growling and complaining.

The legal representative returns and instructs me to sit down at the small table, which I do. We sit facing each other.

“The Council has considered your counter plea. While this is a lot less than they would have liked, they are willing to accept a guilty plea to the lesser charge of ‘Inappropriate use of an offensive weapon’. However, there will be several stipulations to your sentence.”

For a moment, I don’t fully understand, my hearing seems muffled like my ears are filled with cotton wool. The rep's mouth moves but nothing makes sense.

It's only when Preston and Aiden surround me with massive smiles, whooping and cheering that I realise that it's good news. I don’t know what the sentence is… did she tell me?

The burden of the past couple of months has completely and utterly drained me, and although I am relieved, I am also exhausted and overwrought. “I’m not going to prison?” I ask, bewildered.

“No, sis. Didn’t you hear? You got a suspended sentence. You need to stay out of trouble for three years or they can recall you and you must attend a course. But other than that, you are free, you’re free!” The stress of the past couple of months seems to have piled on top of my brother too. Although he is restraining himself, it is clear to see that he is emotional and when I jump up to hug him and my mate, he finally lets it all out. “I was so worried we were going to lose you, sis. It’s been driving me crazy, feeling so out of control and not being able to do anything more to help you.”

My big brother, the big soft wolf, holds back tears of relief. “Did father come, Aidy? Will you find out if he is here?” He looks away from me, and I already know the answer. “He didn’t come, did he? The son of a bitch. Well, now the trial is dealt with…” The insinuation is clear; we have already agreed on our plan of action if I was acquitted and Aiden latches onto that thought.

“Now we can go and deal with the vicious little bastard,” he says, and I nod at him in agreement before returning to my mate's arms and holding him tight to me.

“Aiden, there is one more thing. Can Preston and I have our Mating Ceremony this weekend, please? I don’t want to wait any longer now that the trial is done. Preston has waited long enough.” I look into the passionate gaze of my mate as my brother instructs me to organise it. With excitement bubbling in my tummy, and an overwhelming ache building right between my legs, I can do nothing but nod my enthusiastic response to Preston’s mindlink.

Come on Red, let’s go home and celebrate. Just you and me and our bed.

I am a free woman and I get to spend the rest of my days exactly how I want. I can think of nothing better than Preston’s suggestion for now and for always.

*** Junior ***

I watch from our hidden cave as my mother and father cross our border to the Onyx River. Those traitorous pieces of shit. Especially her, that useless, unworthy whore. I’m glad I hit her to escape the dungeon. She deserves it.

Nikki and I have been trapped here since the attack. Luckily, she has been able to place repellent charms, so we haven’t been found. The battery on my phone is dead, so I have no way of contacting Dominga. At times I really miss her and then at others she fades from my mind like she never even existed.

In the lulls, we get so bored that we fuck to pass the time and, I’m not going to lie, it feels amazing. Nikki is a passionate and demanding lover, but she is also very skilled in the art of love making too. She is completely draining my balls and, with a lack of condoms available, even if I could be bothered to use them, her wish for a pup will soon be fulfilled: of that, I have no doubt.

I know the officials from the Council are looking for me, but my blood runs cold when I see the Mafia princess, the one I had been following and whose father I poisoned for Dominga. I am in far deeper trouble than I ever anticipated.

Has Dominga sold me out when I didn’t return like I said I would? I will kill her if she has. However, my father’s bastard, Eva, she is at the top of my list. This is definitely something to do with her.

Eva must have found out what I did and is now telling the Mafia so they can get rid of me, leaving the path clear for her to take my Alpha position at the Moon Stone. Well, if I can’t have it, no one can. Her throat will be mine too.

We’ll see who’s laughing then.

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