Chapter 9
“Lizzie, I have to make a call first, then we can leave,” Frank called to his wife who was upstairs, packing the presents she’d insisted on buying.
“Go ahead. I still have to finish wrapping a few more items.”
Frank headed into his study and closed the door.
Sitting at his desk, he dialed Alpha Silver Point’s number.
Waiting to be connected, he picked up the Blackwood Pack’s complaint and skimmed it.
The accusations were unbelievable in this day and age.
Ever since the Universal Paranormal High Council was formed, attacks like the one Silver Point was accused of simply didn’t happen.
Something isn’t adding up. It made no sense an Alpha would order something like this knowing if caught, he would be sentenced to death. Then he heard a voice.
“Hello, Alpha Silver Point here.”
“Josiah, it’s Franklin Royd. I’m just calling to let you know I have heard from my son.”
“That’s good news. My second informed me he left a few weeks back. You know enforcers, they’re always on the lookout for a better paying job. What pack is he with now?”
“Oh, he’s not working as an enforcer anymore.”
“Really? I was going to offer him the Head Enforcer position, with an increase in pay.”
“I’ll mention it to him but I’m pretty sure he’ll refuse. He’s found his Fated Mate.”
“Congratulations. Good for Dylon. You and the misses are happy?”
“Very much so. My wife is packing and we will be leaving soon so we can meet him and his pack. Listen, Josiah, I hate to cut this short, but my wife is calling me because she needs help with the suitcases. I’m sure we’ll speak again.”
“Sure, sure, I understand. Well, congratulations again. Bye.”
Frank disconnected the call and leaned back in his chair.
Offer my son a head enforcer job—well isn’t that interesting.
Frank knew his son was more than capable of handling it, but the puzzle was why make the offer now and not when Dylon was working for him.
Hmmm, I wonder if the current head enforcer knows this.
I think a talk with Oracle is in the near future for me.
Standing, he placed the complaint and other pertinent paperwork in his briefcase and headed out of his office to find his wife.
Now, he was the eager one to see his son and meet the seven brothers who escaped the massacre.
He knew the Fates had a hand in it, but why these boys were saved was something he was keen to find out.
“Lizzie, are you ready yet? Do you need any help?”
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After coming up with a solution as to how Dylon met Cody, Jackson called Lizzie back and gave permission for her and her husband to visit the Blackwood Pack.
Then he announced it was breakfast time.
“I know you want to claim each other, but I hope you can wait until after breakfast. I think it would be a good time to meet the rest of the members of the pack before your parents arrive. It’ll seem strange to them if you don’t know them. ”
Dylon looked at Cody and, after seeing a tiny nod, said, “I think that’s a good idea.”
Cody added, “But after breakfast, I want my private time with my mate with no more interruptions.”
“You got it,” Jackson said, as he got up and ushered them out of his study. Hearing Daniel cry, Jackson hurried toward the great room.
Cody watched Jackson rush away. Stopping short, he turned to his mate. “Is it all right with you if we have breakfast with the pack? We don’t have to eat with them. Dakota can make something for us and we can have it in our sitting room.”
“It’s okay. I think your brother is right about me meeting them before my parents show up. As soon as possible, we’ll escape to our bedroom where you will get a claiming to beat all claimings.” Dylon saw Cody’s eyes widen as he gave his mate a sly smile.
“Really? That’s some challenge you set for yourself. But I will be the judge of your efforts.” Then he grabbed Dylon’s hand and pulled him to the great room saying, “Let’s eat fast so I can start judging.” Entering the great room, Cody and Dylon saw Daniel in Jackson’s arms.
“Do you want to give him his bottle?” asked Steel. “That’s why he’s cranky. Dakota just brought it in.”
“Sure, but I’ll do it at the table. Dylon and Cody will be joining us and I have a few announcements to make.”
“Good, I’m starved. Your son kept me up half the night,” complained Steel.
“My son? He sounds more like your son since you always like to keep me up half the night,” Jackson smirked.
“Uhmm bro, what did I tell you about TMI regarding your bedroom activities?” interjected Logan.
“The same thing I said about language in front of Daniel,” Jackson retorted, “and you see how well everyone listens to that.”
“Point made,” Logan said. “Listen up everyone. New rule by your second. No more and I mean it, no more swearing, dirty language, curse words, or whatever you want to call it. You all know what I mean. So, it stops right now.”
Oracle entered the great room and said, “Good for you, Logan. Someone has to put their foot down, especially with Jackson, or my grandson will be scarred for life.”
“Hear, hear,” said Maximus, following his wife. “It’s about time someone protected my poor grandson’s hearing.”
Jackson burst out laughing, jostling Daniel who promptly made his displeasure known. Settling his son with his bottle, Jackson said to Logan, “Don’t worry bro, I got your back on this. Come on, Dakota has breakfast ready.”
Dylon followed his mate into the dining room.
Sitting next to him, he was astounded by the ease with which Jackson ruled his pack.
He saw the love flowing between the brothers and how the love expanded as each brother’s Fated Mate joined the pack.
But there was something else. Something he’d never found in any pack.
He sensed a powerful aura in this pack—great power—that flowed easily between all the brothers.
I wonder if my father will pick up on it.
He listened to the chatter among the brothers, useful in finding out more about each one.
But once the food was on the table, silence reigned.
He tried not to shovel the food into his mouth but it was hard since it was the best he ever had.
It was a nudge by his mate that caused him to stop and look up, only to see everyone’s eyes upon him. Shit, what did I miss?
“Dakota asked about what you eat for breakfast?” Cody said.
“Why?” asked Dylon, not understanding since he was used to eating whatever was served at the Silver Point Pack enforcer house.
“Cody, I got this. Hi, I’m Dakota and the cook for this group of wolves. Breakfast is usually what I served today, but if you prefer something else, I’ll be glad to make it for you.”
Shocked into silence, Dylon sat there gawking at Dakota. Make me something else? He’s asking me what I want to eat? What the fuck?
Cody pushed Dylon’s jaw up, closing his mate’s mouth. “I think it’s safe to say my mate is fine with whatever you usually cook for breakfast.”
Dylon scrambled to apologize, “I’m sorry, Dakota. My mate is correct. I’ll eat anything. However, none of my past breakfasts have ever tasted as delicious as the one I am eating this morning.” He smiled at Dakota before adding, “Please don’t tell my mother I said that.”
Laughter erupted around the table while Dakota blushed. “I promise. If I may ask, what kind of wolf are you?”
“I’m a Tundra Wolf.”
Jackson spoke up, “Welcome to the Blackwood Pack, Dylon. You’ve met Steel, my mate. This is our son, Daniel Maximillian. Of course, you know Colton, and his mate Ian. Over there is Carson, Zane, and Logan. You know Oracle, but have you met her husband, Maximus?”
“No, nice to meet you sir,” said Dylon.
“Call me Maximus.”
“Will do,” Dylon said before shifting his glance back to Jackson. “I haven’t met the man who saved me. Will he be here soon?”
“Maybe. Mystia and Jimmy Blackwood became our surrogate parents after the massacre and ever since Daniel was born they try to come over each afternoon to see him. I’ll be calling Mystia after breakfast to tell her your parents are coming.”
Then Jackson looked at the rest of them and added, “Dylon’s parents are on their way here. Any questions from his parents about how Cody and Dylon met will be answered by me or them. Understand?”
After hearing a chorus of ‘yeses’, Jackson continued, “Dylon, is there anything special your parents will need while they’re here?”
After a moment of thought, he answered, “No, they’re pretty easygoing about everything.”
“Okay,” Jackson said, handing Daniel to Steel so he could finish his breakfast. “They should be here by dinnertime, so please plan to join us then.”
Dylon resumed eating while his mate’s brothers started teasing Cody about his upcoming claiming.
“I hope you aren’t going to be shaking the house like Jackson,” Logan said.
“No, he won’t,” Carson crowed, “he’ll just be shaking his booty.”
“Hey Jackson, you better give Daniel some earplugs so he isn’t exposed to all the ‘unmentionable’ screams coming from my brother’s room,” said Zane, using air quotes.
“Fuck off, all of you. You only wish you were me,” growled Cody.
“Ignore them,” Colton said, “they’re a bunch of assholes. Congratulations on finding your mate, Cody. Ian and I are very happy for you and Dylon.”
“As are we,” said Jackson, gesturing to his mate. “For the rest of you, cool the shit.”
“Thanks,” Cody said, as he stood, “if there isn’t anything else, we’ll be in our room for the rest of the day.”
Standing, Dylon took his mate’s hand, saying, “Thank you for breakfast, Dakota. See you all tonight.” Then, wrapping his arm around his mate’s waist, he pulled him tight and whispered in Cody’s ear, “Ready to start judging, ma moitié?”
Nodding, Cody led the way to their bedroom suite, eager to resume their earlier love fest.
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Josiah drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting for his second to arrive.
He needed answers and only Rudy could provide them.
Another claim of a Fated Mate—bullshit! But it didn’t matter to him, Dylon could bring his mate with him when he took the job of head enforcer.
Not that Josiah was happy to have a gay head enforcer, but he would accept it in the short term until he could convince the Council to dismiss the Blackwood Pack’s complaint. Hearing a knock, he shouted, “Come in!”
Rudy entered and sat in the chair Josiah pointed to and waited for him to speak. He had nothing good to report so, as he learned in the past, better to delay giving bad news until he was forced to.
“I received a call this morning from Mr. Royd. It seems his son found his Fated Mate and joined that pack.”
Of all the things his boss might say to him, this was the last thing he ever thought he’d hear.
Rudy tried to make sense of it. How? Who?
Where? Oh fuck, it had to be the wolf who found him.
I have to find Dylon and kill him before this goes any further.
“Huh, I didn’t realize he knew anyone out here. Who is it?”
“I don’t know,” Josiah growled, “but I want you to find him and his mate and convince them to come back here. I’m going to make him the Head Enforcer…that is, until I can get the complaint dismissed.”
“How can I find him when I don’t even know where to look? Do you know how many packs there are? And I’m not including the packs in the rest of the world.”
Josiah frowned. “I don’t know…but we gotta find him. Use your contacts at the Council and see if you can find out where Royd went. I’m sure someone there knows his plans. A big honcho like him certainly stays in touch with his office staff.”
“Good idea. I’ll get right on it. But what about Bruno? He’s been my head enforcer for years. I don’t want to lose him”
“You find Dylon first. I’ll handle Bruno. Dylon’s assignment will only be temporary but you know as well as I do how valuable his father can be to us right now.”
“Right. Let me get on this and I’ll let you know when I find out something.”
“Good,” growled Josiah, then added, “don’t fuck this up. Our lives are on the line.”
Rudy nodded, stood and left. As he walked down the hallway, he knew it had just gotten ten thousand times worse for him.
How Dylon healed was beyond anything he could imagine but it was obvious he did if his parents were on their way to see him.
If Dylon told his father what had happened to him, Rudy knew he was a dead man because Josiah would order his death without a moment’s hesitation.
Fuck him! I’m not going to take the fall for everything.
I’ll bring Josiah down too. He doesn’t know it yet but he just became my bargaining chip.
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Dylon followed Cody into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Leaning against it, he spun Cody around and grabbed his hips, pulling them up close to his.
Grinding his hard cock against his mate’s, he leaned in and licked his mate’s lips before forcing them open and thrusting his tongue inside.
God, I will never get enough of my mate.
Deepening his kiss, Dylon’s tongue sought the dominance he wanted over Cody.
Finally succeeding, and needing more of his mate, Dylon lowered his hands, and grasping Cody’s ass, pulled his mate in tight to his groin.
As his hips rotated and ground in a punishing fashion against his mate’s cock, he felt his mate’s body stiffen as Cody’s cock exploded, filling his jeans with cum.
Their lips still locked, Dylon swallowed Cody’s cries of completion, gasping as his mate’s fingers snuck under his t-shirt to caress his abs before moving to Dylon’s nipples.
Once found, his mate ran his fingernails over the tiny buds, sending shocks of desire and need through his body.
Dylon’s balls retracted; he was on the verge, yet didn’t come—until he felt his nipples being squeezed hard by Cody.
That did it and his ejaculation spewed out, coating the insides of his jeans. Tilting his head, he howled.