Rejected By the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #5)

28. Kaylee

28

Kaylee

Staring at the plan for tomorrow afternoon, when the new alpha of Shadow Moon arrives, I silently cheer when my cell phone rings, and throw the file onto my desk before picking up my cell and answering the unknown caller.

“Kaylee Kingsley, beta of Ivory Fangs,” I answer, catching the sounds of a group of people running.

“Kaylee, it’s Kurt. Simon gave me your number.” Recognizing Beta Kurt’s voice, I sit up as something inside me nags that this situation is serious. Kurt only talked to Amelia while Simon talked with me during our plans to save those running from Ramos’ clutches.

“What happened?” I ask, getting up from my office chair and making my way down the hall. I knock on the door, and a moment later Amelia answers for me to come in.

“Kurt is on the phone,” I state, turning on my speaker and placing the phone on her desk. David is sitting on the sofa by the window, but as soon as I rush in, he bounds over to his mate’s side.

“You have Amelia, David, and I,” I call out. Kurt lets out a sigh of relief, before shushing the people he is with.

“We have a situation. Ramos is fucking Marilyn.” Shocked, I find myself lowering into the nearest seat as Amelia and I look at one another.

“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard Kurt correctly.

“Ramos is fucking Marilyn, and Lucas and I found out,” Kurt repeats. I run a hand along my face and close my eyes. The trial makes so much sense now. Ramos was protecting his lover, not the pack, by making Lucas reject me.

“I have the last twenty-five wolves that want to escape. We are making our way to safety, and I can’t tell you where just yet. But Lucas was placed on house arrest.”

“What about Simon?” Worried for my best friend, I stand from my chair and pace back and forth. I would be lying if I said I didn’t care about Lucas, but he chose a whore over me.

“I can’t say anything, for his safety, but know that there is a plan. I will give you more details later,” Kurt answers. I sigh with relief while standing by the window, looking outside to stare at the pack under the light of the moon.

“What about my nephew?” Amelia asks. I shudder, my heart feeling like a knife has just stabbed me, but this is Amelia’s family. I know she still cares about her nephew, even after what he did to me.

“Like I said, he is under house arrest. Ramos is moving the wedding forward to forty-eight hours from now, but I think Lucas will kill himself before then.” The pain in my heart grows and I rest my head against the window. I hate him for what he did. Hate him for hurting me, all because of an arranged marriage. But Lucas does not deserve to die.

“Kaylee,” Kurt calls my name, and I hum a noise of acknowledgment, unable to trust myself to speak.

“Lucas and Simon will be safe. Trust in me, please,” he pleads. I take a deep breath and turn to face my phone, finding Amelia and David staring at me with concern.

“I trust you. But I don’t think I can accept Lucas into my pack, if that is what you are going to say next.” Kurt lets out a sigh, and I can tell he won’t argue with me.

“That’s fine. Lucas has a lot to make up to you, but promise me something.”

“What is it?” I ask, getting a smile from Amelia.

“When Lucas comes to find you, listen to his reason. Anyone who knows why Lucas is being forced to marry Marilyn was forced to create a blood pact, not to say a word. This includes Simon. If we said anything to anyone, Ramos would have killed us.” I look to David and Amelia, raising a brow to see if they know this, but they look just as shocked as I do.

“The only three people able to openly say anything are Lucas, Marilyn, and Ramos.” Some honking in the distance causes Kurt to become silent, and we wait with bated breaths. The situation they are in is dire.

“I need to go, but I will call you by tomorrow night. I know there is a visiting alpha coming, but I need your help.” Kurt’s words are a whisper, and I look to Amelia before she whispers, ‘On it’. Her eyes glaze over, and I ask Kurt to stay on the line for at least two more minutes. When Amelia’s eyes regain focus, she turns her attention to the phone.

“Kurt. I am sending six of my men to come get you now. We are sending the bus, as well as two vans to help with transporting all of you, but I have a request,” Amelia declares, her tone serious as she sends me an apologetic look. A sinking feeling rises inside me as I wait to hear the rest.

“Anything, Amelia,” Kurt answers.

“Save my nephew.”