Chapter 13 #3
Daniel spent his day off alternating between thinking about Bianca and working on a plan for the self-defense classes he would add to King’s Guard’s programming.
He wondered if Bianca would be officially theirs by the time classes launched and if she’d want to teach with him.
She could help with demonstrations and her presence would set other omegas at ease.
Teaching classes was such a great idea, Daniel couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it himself.
It would be perfect doing it with his omega at his side.
Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but it was hard not to be excited.
Things were going so damn well. They’d gotten a contract with Nocturne and were in the process of training and onboarding three more full-time employees to handle most of the gig, alongside a reliable roster of independent contractors.
Renovations to the building were going well enough that they expected to be ready for tenants by fall.
Dante had several new contracts on the line, all easy private jobs with rich business associates of the Bonnycastle family.
By this time next year, they’d likely have doubled their full-time staff, and Pack King would be able to focus more on the business side than the work itself. They’d be well into the black and could slow down a little. Then they’d have plenty of time to settle into the new bond with their omega.
“We need a full-time receptionist,” Dante told him, when Daniel reported to the penthouse for his next shift.
“Teresa likes her hours and we would never let her go, but that means we need a second part-timer to pick up the slack. Where are we going to find someone friendly and competent, who can also survive on a part-time salary?”
Daniel shrugged, checking the monitors and noticing they had a visitor. “Maybe a college kid or something? Buzz Callum up. Looks like he’s brought BB a present.”
Dante frowned. “College kids are unreliable. And how come you always seem to get the best shifts? That sexy little spider always seems to come along when you’re on duty.”
Daniel laughed, sitting back in his chair and stretching out his legs. “I’m everyone’s favorite. He probably memorizes my schedule.”
In actuality, Callum was just around so much that Daniel tended to get lucky.
Pack King hadn’t discussed Callum’s role in their lives yet, but they had an unspoken understanding that it would be whatever Bianca wanted it to be.
Daniel liked Callum a lot—he was funny, sexy, and good for Bianca.
He’d thought more than once about what it would be like to have both omegas. The idea made his cock stir hopefully.
He could hear Callum’s familiar tread as he strolled into the penthouse, humming cheerfully to himself.
Dante was still brainstorming solutions to the receptionist problem, when the handsome omega appeared in the doorway, grin full of mischief as always.
He bounded into the room and tossed a package into Daniel’s lap.
“This was downstairs for Queen B, so I brought it up. I didn’t know which of your security protocols it fell under.
So, initiate Operation Pogo Stick or call in a code pink or whatever,” he demanded dramatically.
“I figure you have to inspect it for bombs and such, so open it and tell me what it is. I think I heard ticking.”
Daniel chuckled. “I’m pretty sure if it was a bomb, we’d be screwed, since you just yeeted it across the room. Besides, I’m not the one with bomb defusal experience.”
Dante stood, lifting his hands. “Don’t look at me. My shift is over. I’m going home to work on the job description for the new receptionist.”
Callum turned his bright eyes on Dante. “You’re hiring a receptionist? Do they need prior experience?”
Dante cocked his head. “Not if I trust them. Teresa can get anyone up to speed as long as they have a little sense. You interested?”
“God, yes!” Callum exclaimed. “Not that I’ve ever had a real job, but I’m great with people. And I can work literally any time you need me to. I have, like, zero other responsibilities.”
Dante grinned, handing Callum a business card. “Why don’t you call me after you and Bianca are done today, and we can talk about it?”
Callum’s entire face lit up, and Daniel felt something stir in his chest. He liked seeing the omega so happy and really liked the idea of him working at King’s Guard, where they could see and smell and talk to him more.
“Deal, but first, I have to know what Pack Saggy Balls sent for Queenie,” Callum replied, turning back to Daniel. “Open it, Dan the Van. I’m dying of suspense.”
Daniel chuckled again, carefully opening the gift Pack Willoughby had sent. It turned out to be a very expensive looking watch, with a handwritten note on thick, embossed cardstock.
Dearest Bianca,
We’ve had to return to London to address some business and will unfortunately have to reschedule our planned date next week.
This issue will take some time to resolve, but we don’t want you to think our abrupt departure and lengthy absence indicate any diminished interest. We expect to return to Smyrna City this summer, at which time we’d like to speak with you and your fathers more seriously about our relationship.
We’ll be counting the minutes until then and hope you will too.
Best, Pack Willoughby
When Daniel looked up from reading the note aloud, both Callum and Dante were frowning.
Daniel knew his expression mirrored theirs.
It was obvious that Pack Willoughby would make their intentions clear when they returned, and Pack Bonnycastle would heartily agree to the match.
That meant Pack King didn’t have much time to make it clear to Bianca that she belonged with them.
“I guess it was a bomb after all,” Callum mused. “Tick tock, boys.”
He winked and slipped from the room, leaving the delicious scent of French toast and maple syrup lingering in his wake. Dante and Daniel exchanged a troubled glance. Things had suddenly gotten very real.
Tick tock, indeed.