Rejected By the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #5)

36. Kaylee

36

Kaylee

Sitting at the meeting table in front of Amelia and David, I watch their faces as their expressions morph from shock to curiosity, to disgust, to shock again. I can tell that they were in the dark just as much as I was about all this new information, including the abuse Lucas faced at Ramos’ hands, and pity fills me for my ex. With two hours before the meeting between Alpha Jordan and us to discuss the attack his father performed on Silver Paw and the reparations owed to us, I decide to link the two to meet me in the soundproof room and bring my laptop.

“Who else knows about this?” David finally asks, breaking the long silence. Removing the mug of coffee from my lips, I look at the alpha couple and notice a heaviness in their eyes. This information is a lot to take in, even for me. But if this is all true, then that means Lucas did what he did to protect Oak Fur.

“Royce, but if you look at the CC list that was sent to this fake email, you can see that Lucas sent it to all Oak Fur wolves, alphas, and a few council members. The list also includes Nathaniel Cross of Blood Oath.” I watch as David quickly moves his fingers over the laptop buttons, his body slumping in his seat as he starts laughing.

“Kid definitely got his guts from his mom,” he laughs. I roll my eyes, resuming my action of drinking my coffee. After reading the email with Royce, I made him swear an oath of secrecy until Amelia or I told the pack. He was begrudging at first but understood the turmoil it would cause with so many Oak Fur wolves joining us.

I think about Lucas and his mom. I remember the Luna, remember her carefree attitude with a strong sense of justice. I was there at her funeral, but that’s all I can remember about her.

“I have a feeling Shadow Moon might know soon, as news like this spreads fast, but they were all pretty drunk last night,” Amelia muses, bringing me from my thoughts. I hum in agreement, relishing in the hot caffeinated drink and putting my thoughts of my ex-mate and his mother aside. The bonfire went well into the late hours last night, ending sometime around three in the morning. With it currently being eight in the morning, coffee is a goddess-given gift right now.

“I just wonder how Marco and Royce are faring. They drank a lot, once the Shadow Moon wolves let loose,” I joke, getting a chuckle from David.

“Last I heard, Marco was found passed out in a bush by a patrol halfway to his house, three hours ago,” he states. I nearly choke on my mouthful of coffee, as I fight the urge to spit the drink out. Since we gained the three brewers from Oak Fur, our pack has been enjoying their moonshine creations, and with the idea from Titus of selling the alcohol deep in my mind, I plan to mention it to Amelia and David after the meeting with Alexander.

“Good morning!” Speaking of the lawyer, Alexander walks in with a cheery smile, his briefcase in hand. Before we can greet him, Titus and Alpha Jordan wobble in, both looking pale and worse for wear, while Alpha Jordan carries a briefcase in his hands as well.

“I take back what I said last night. I don’t want to buy the liquor,” Titus groans, taking a seat across from me and eyeing my mug of coffee. I chuckle and point to the machine just three feet away, and Titus groans again, his head plopping onto the table with a loud thud.

“I got it,” Alpha Jordan sighs, placing his briefcase on the table and moving to the machine. Pouring two cups of coffee, he brings them to the table and reaches for the cream and sweetener, while Titus reaches for milk and sugar. Their movements are almost robotic, like some sort of routine, and I watch in amusement.

“Well, I have the copies emailed to us by your lawyer, but I am guessing you brought your own?” Alexander speaks, his keen eyes staring at the visiting alpha. Alpha Jordan lets out a growl and, without hesitating, I growl back, giving the alpha a warning. He is in our territory, and I refuse to allow him to disrespect our members. He stops his growling, looking at me with curiosity and greed, and I allow him to feel my power. He may be an alpha, but I will gladly take him on in a fight if need be.

“Behave, Alpha Jordan. You are on my land,” Amelia warns, giving me a small nod. I pull back my power and stop my growling, giving the man one final glare before I move to fill my mug with more coffee before returning to my seat.

“And this is why I am the one who handles the small talk,” Alexander grumbles, making David chuckle.

“Let’s get this business taken care of, and then you two can return to your lodgings and deal with your hangover,” David suggests, his calm aura radiating in the room. It reminds me of a Luna, soft and caring, and I am happy that he is here as Alpha Jordan relaxes.

“Agreed. That blasted moonshine your pack makes packs a punch. We can negotiate a trade treaty when you decide what to do with it,” Alpha Jordan grumbles, opening his briefcase and handing out manila envelopes to everyone at the table. I take mine wordlessly, pulling the papers out, and quickly skim them. It is the same as the one that was sent in the email, and I inwardly sigh. At least he hasn’t done anything underhanded.

Looking at the apology letter mixed in, I scan it before pulling out the list of compensations from land to money that Ivory Fangs will gain.

“Everything still seems the same,” Amelia shrugs noncommittally, but I can sense the excitement in her. Fifty acres of land is a lot for a growing pack, as well as the three million dollars that will be sent our way. We spent a lot of money to rebuild Ivory Fangs and buy the necessary materials needed.

“Good. If we can all agree and sign the paperwork, then I can get back to my room and sleep off the moonshine,” Alpha Jordan sighs. Alexander asks to look through all the papers, taking another hour to scan through and with a grin, he hands the pen and stack of papers to Amelia. From there, a signing line is formed, going from Amelia to David, to Alpha Jordan, then Titus, and finally to me. The last person to sign the dotted line is Alexander, who happily hands a copy back to Titus and Alpha Jordan.

“Thank the goddess. If you need me, don’t,” Alpha Jordan grumbles stuffing his and Titus’ copy into his briefcase. With a small farewell, the two shuffle out of the room. Something nags at me though, and I link one of the warriors to send our sneakiest members to keep an eye on the Shadow Moon wolves.

“Now. Amelia tells me you have an intriguing email to show me,” Alexander calls out as soon as the door closes.