Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
Jay
The moment I knew our lives were about to change was pretty much right after Falcon and Shayne came home and told us we have another true mate.
I don’t think it hit Harper the same way in that moment.
He got excited, sure, and he’s been desperate to meet our new mate, but he’s so busy chasing his emotions around that he hasn’t noticed we’re all about to start a whole new life together.
We don’t know where that life is going to be, and what it’s going to look like, but I seriously doubt we’ll be going back to our old apartment once Robin becomes a part of pack Falcone.
Not after this.
“Holy shit!” Harper swears as he steps into the suite, immediately darting across the room.
The big, open plan living area is impressive, I’ll admit.
It’s twice the size of our apartment for one thing, and that’s not counting the bedrooms, which I can see there are two of, one at either end of the suite.
Everything inside looks like it must have cost a small fortune, and there are floor length windows with a view over the city taking up at least a third of the wall space.
Harper’s already standing at one of those windows, staring out over the city.
Falcon disappears into the closest bedroom and closes the door.
I only remember I’m still carrying bags when a knock sounds out behind me.
Shayne sweeps them out of my hand in passing. “I’ll put these down. You can bring the food in.”
I turn and do as I’m told, taking a few steps back to the door Shayne just closed moments before.
The guy with the cart gives me a smile as I open the door for him.
“Room service as requested!” he says as he brings it into the room.
The cart is pretty big, and it’s filled with covered plates.
“Thanks,” I tell the guy, slipping him a twenty.
He nods before he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.
“Thank God it came!” Harper exclaims.
“You didn’t think it would come?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Shayne lifts one of the lids, and the smell of barbequed chicken wings hits my nostrils.
I didn’t think I was hungry, but, clearly, I was wrong.
“Nice,” Shayne says as he puts the lid on the empty bottom shelf of the cart. “No drinks?”
“Uh, oops. Sorry, I didn’t think of that,” Harper murmurs, flashing Shayne a guilty look as he picks up a chicken wing.
Shayne looks around, stepping away from the cart when he locates the minibar.
“Okay, now I know we’re loaded,” I joke as I pick up my first wing.
Harper shoots me a questioning look.
“We’re raiding the minibar in a place this expensive? It’s probably two hundred bucks for a can of soda.”
Harper laughs. “I don’t care where we are, it’s not going to be that much.”
I eat the chicken wing, put the bone down and grab another. “There better be more of these.”
Shayne cracks a can of lemonade as he moves back to the cart.
“Don’t worry, I ordered plenty,” Harper says, taking the lid off another plate.
I can’t help but laugh at the delicately stacked triangles that look like sandwiches made for an old lady’s tea party. I finish my second chicken wing and put the bone down.
“See! This is why you guys should tell me when we’re going to a place this fancy!” Harper points at the disappointing plate.
I pick up a couple of the sandwich quarters and press them together.
“It’s fine,” I reassure him. “We’ll be out for dinner in a few hours anyway.”
Shayne puts his soda down on the lamp table next to one of the couches.
He doubles up a sandwich the same way I just did.
“It’s a perfectly good lunch,” Shayne says.
“It’s okay, I guess,” Harper says, before he proceeds to demolish the rest of the plate of chicken wings.
Shayne smiles at me, and we eat in silence for a few peaceful minutes.
Then, Falcon comes out of the bedroom.
And all eyes are on our lead Alpha.
He sighs as he closes the door behind him.
Damn. That doesn’t look like good news.
“So?” Harper asks.
“Lana’s going to let me visit Robin tomorrow,” he starts.
Shayne glances at me, and I know we’re both having the same thought, before he asks for clarification. “She’s letting you visit Robin? As in, only you?”
Falcon nods, confirming the bad news.
“What?” Harper gasps.
I put an arm around our Omega while Falcon clears his throat.
“Lana’s acting as her guardian right now. She doesn’t like that we lied to get into the academy, and it looks bad that we didn’t tell her straight away that we have a true mate bond with Robin.”
“But you didn’t know …” Shayne starts.
“That doesn’t matter. We play by Lana’s rules, no exceptions.”
It’s obvious he’s not happy about that, but he’s not clenching his jaw.
The anger he was stewing in before he knew Robin was meant for us is gone.
He’s been calmer since he got home last night, and if he stays that way we can get through this, whatever the head of Goldcrest decides to throw our way.
“So, you get to see her alone to tell her the good news, then.”
All eyes fall on me, and I move closer to Harper, to put a comforting arm around him.
“I do,” Falcon murmurs, brow furrowing as if it’s something he’s only realizing now.
“Well, it’s fitting, I guess,” Shayne admits, giving Falcon a wry smile. “You’re lead Alpha. You’re also the one who helped rescue her before. If we had to pick one of us, it would be you.”
He’s hiding his envy well, and he’s not wrong.
“Just don’t mess it up,” I add, drawing Falcon’s stare back to me.
Shayne snorts, shaking his head before he picks up a sandwich from the tray.
“Mess it up?” Falcon asks, raising an eyebrow.
“No!” Harper exclaims, his voice muffled against my shoulder before he turns back to face our lead Alpha. “He said don’t mess it up!”
I can’t help but laugh. Shayne joins in, and Falcon actually cracks a smile.
“I won’t mess it up,” he promises Harper, who’s still apparently in a serious mood.
“Promise?” Harper asks.
Falcon nods slowly. “I promise.”