Page 23 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

“I know I must still be asleep because I know Braxton Hillard has not ordered room service by himself.”

“Shut up and eat,” I said, piercing my scrambled eggs.

As he sat, he teased, “If finding your mate has you doing this, then I’m all for it.” He began to fill a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits with gravy. “Don’t get me wrong, I know my role as your Beta but when you do shit like this I’m dumbfounded.”

“Eat your breakfast, Levi. We only have so much time before my father and your uncle shows up,”

Which was a true statement because not even ten minutes later father’s security detail was banging on my door. Levi went to stand but I motioned for him to remain seated. He signaled one of my guards to follow me. You would have thought I was some kind of high profiled celebrity the way they guarded me.

As I opened the door, I looked at the guard and said, “You can move back. Since my father arrived, no one has access to this floor.”

He heard what I said but chose to look at Levi for clarification.

“Why the fuck are you looking at him?” I yelled from what I felt as a sign of disrespect. “I am your Alpha, and you will do as I say.”

Levi stood. “Braxton...Alpha, you have to excuse him. This is the first time he has received a direct order from you. He meant no disrespect.”

I glanced at my father who shook his head. Was I so disconnected from those under me that it was starting to show?

Looking at my guard. I told him, “I apologize for unleashing on you like that. Beta Levi knows the directives and will assign you where you need to be.”

He nodded, then Levi waved him over. I swear being unofficially mated is the worst. I have never had these types of mood swings.

After half of the security left, Levi re-took his seat. His food had gotten cold, so he took it into the kitchen to reheat it. There was another knock at the door. This time I let one of the guards go to the door.

We kept our eyes on him as he looked through the peephole, then opened the door. My mate entered dressed in black trousers, and an olive blouse with a garment bag draped over her left arm and a small suitcase in her right hand. Even with the clothes on, I envisioned her naked body.

I’m out of my seat, going to her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I greet, taking the items from her.

Nyah adjusts her purse strap, returning, “Good morning to you.”

I smile, leaning down to kiss her lips. “Come in. We were just having breakfast and there’s plenty left.”

“Thank you, but I ate already. Daddy cooks breakfast every morning,” she says as we walk into the living room.

“Well, make yourself at home while I take these to the bedroom,” I inform. Glancing at my watch, I tell her, “We still have another thirty minutes before we have to go to our offices.”

“Okay,” Nyah says.

Father stands, then strolls over to Nyah with his arms extended.

“Nyah, you are a breath of fresh air this morning. It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too Bryant,” Nyah responded, hugging him.

I’m so happy their relationship has been positive. After the call with Nyah last night, I called my father and told him about our conversation. He was cool that Alpha Lightfeather didn’t hold any ill feelings about the beating I put on Corey. I had to laugh when father said, “Even if he did, we wouldn’t let it stop you from claiming Nyah. Hell, the private jet is at the airfield, gassed up if we need to get Nyah and fly back to Texas.”

“No, father. We’re going to do this the right way.” We chatted for a few minutes longer before ending the call.

Chuckling from our talk, I make my entrance into the master suite. I laid Nyah’s bags on the bed. We’ll decide where her clothes will go later. As far as I’m concerned, she could throw my shit on the floor to take up space in the closet and drawers. All I cared about was Nyah being comfortable while she was here with me.

Going back into the living room, Nyah is sitting next to father, sipping on a glass of orange juice. I go over and sit on the couch in between her and father.

“Braxton,” father calls. “I was just telling Nyah the two of you should take the day off and have a full three-day weekend. She’s from here so who’s better to show you around the city? But your mate, being the dedicated employee she is, chooses to work.”

Nyah side-eyes me. I know she’s down to putting in the work but at the end of the day, I’m the boss, my word speaks volumes.

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