Page 52 of Embraced By the Alpha Pack

Grace

-Ready for it … T. Swift-

Two weeks later.

We moved the meeting with the alphas back another week after I gave birth. I was hostile and not in any condition to meet with a bunch of hotheaded ego driven males.

“Everyone is in the pack house, Grace,” Conrad offers as he pokes his head into the dressing room.

“Did Barrett pass out the drinks and snacks?” Arching a brow, I look at Conrad.

“They were puzzled by the impromptu snack time.” He laughs a little.

“Guys get hangry and it’s impossible to reason with you when you get like that.” I mention as I pick up Deacon in his matching little blue suit. My blue babydoll dress has a ribbon holding the material over my breasts together. It’s one of my favorites. It makes feeding Deacon so much easier.

Conrad places his hand on my lower back as we leave the dressing room to head to the meeting hall. I can already hear the alphas bitching back and forth at each other. “Enough!” I yell the moment I step foot in the room and glare at all of them.

Two of the elders, Jakob, and Christos, are present for the meeting to help with crowd control. “Put the egos aside, we have bigger fish to fry.” I assume my seat between Griffin and Nicolai and accept the notes from Conrad and look them over.

“Ambrose, can you bring me up to speed?” I slightly lower my head to him and he stands up.

“The Spinelli and Cruz packs have been targeted heavily by the Rogues.” As Ambrose speaks, Griffin shows me on the map exactly where the two packs are located. One is to the north of us and the other is just on the other side of Wolverton.

“Your suggestion Ambrose?” I tilt my head so he knows I want his honest opinion.

“Merging the smaller packs into the bigger ones.” He nods, lowering his head to me before sitting.

I look at the map again and the Spinelli pack is in the corner of mine and Ambrose’s packs. “Julius.”

“Yes, Luna.” He stands and lowers his head slightly to me.

“For the safety of your people. Would you consider merging with Ambrose’s pack? You would still assist with the governing of your pack. But you would be under the protection of Ambrose’s pack.” I choose to ask instead of just make it happen. Dealing with Wolverton, I’m concerned he would cause an uprising if I absorbed another pack.

“Yes Luna, I believe that Ambrose and I can work something out. Thank you for giving me a choice.” He lowers his head, then moves to sit next to Ambrose to hash things out.

“Ricardo?” I look at the alpha of the smallest pack registered.

He stands slowly and lowers his head. “Yes, Luna?”

“Your pack is between the Volkov and Wolverton Packs. It would be wise for the safety of your people to merge with Wolverton for the protection of your people.” I smile looking at him. To be honest, I don’t want them merging with Wolverton.

He hesitantly looks over at Dustin, then back over at me. “We do not have a good history Luna.” He turns to look at the elders present, then back to me. “If it is acceptable, I would prefer to merge with the Volkov pack instead.”

“This is unacceptable. They should merge with me!” Dustin slams his hands down on the table and stands up, making Ricardo back up.

“I believe this is exactly why they don’t want to merge with you, Dustin.” I tilt my head, looking at him. A deep growl escapes Ethan’s lips as I watch the fur race up his arms. Reaching across Griffin, I touch Ethan and he instantly settles.

“You can’t allow this to happen.” He looks at the elders.

“The Moon Wolf rules over all. She is offering shelter and sanctuary to the smaller packs. This is not a drive for power. She offered your pack and the Cruz pack declined.” Jakob says before he walks around the table. “I’ve seen power hungry Luna’s before.” He points to his milky eye. “Grace is not power hungry. She is a mother first and a Luna second. With three pups of her own, she sees the smaller packs as her pups. She wishes to protect them.” Jakob lowers his head to me, understanding my motivation perfectly.

“Ricardo, if you wish to join Nicolai’s pack, then so be it. But be it of your own free will.” I say as I adjust Deacon on my chest. His tiny hand patting my neck as he sleeps.

“I do.” Ricardo says, and he looks at Nicolai before walking over to him. He drops to one knee before him and bears his throat. “Alpha Volkov, I submit myself and my pack to your protection and mercy. I can’t protect my people alone.” He closes his eyes and I feel the transfer of power. Ricardo gave up being alpha to protect his pack.

“I accept you and your pack as my own.” Nicolai reaches out and touches Ricardo’s neck, cementing the transfer of power.

Ricardo stands and bows. “I’m going to go tell my pack about the transfer. Let me know when you are ready to meet with everyone.” He bows again, then leaves. I stare after him for a few moments, amazed that he swallowed his pride and gave up his position.

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