Page 86 of Escalating Alpha

He even publicly denounced when a senator from his party was caught on a hot mic saying he was upset that his aide was arrested for smacking an underage girl’s ass. He snapped at someone that we’re animals and you don’t get arrested for swatting the damn dog.

The president went on the record that before they were shifters, they were women, and any man who didn’t respect that and mistreated them had no place in our society. Enzo said he truly meant it since they were keeping an eye on the situation.

Unfortunately, he had to pull his guy out. The guy had made the deal to spy and feed Enzo information because Enzo would turn him into a vampire and the guy was dying of cancer. His cancer had gotten worse and it was now or never.

So Enzo honored his deal and pulled the guy out.

I was very, very sure they could lure someone else to spy with all of the means at their disposal.

Hell, I would be surprised if Enzo only had one spy. Yeah, he seemed the type to have a backup for his backup.

Luckily, the twins also have backup… Each other. I would have had their backs as well, but they didn’t want to involve me in their family drama when they had each other, and I had way bigger family drama of my own.

Fair, but I also wanted them to know I was on their side and would do whatever they needed. That was how relationships were supposed to work.

The aunt, uncle, and cousin aren’t giving up just yet. The twins won’t give me all the details, but I did know it started as calling and crying that I was mean and embarrassed them. It’s gone downhill from there, and I overheard the cousin making threats that he would get the whole pack to mutiny against the new leadership if it wasn’t fixed.

Reagan told him that people were calling him begging him not to let the fool be in charge of anything, not even full moon events, much less the whole pack. That seemed to take the steam out of some of the drama.

He’s planning on going down there to say it to their faces. Part of me wants to stop him so he doesn’t have to go through it, but Hagan says he needs it. Hagan snickered and said it would be cathartic.

So be it.

There’s still a lot of work with all of the packs, especially the new ones. A ton of work but while overwhelming, I think we can manage it. We need the people and jobs so getting in more refugees and transfers will help too. It doesn’t seem as daunting with Eva here, Mauro handling so much, and Demi managing both Ohio and Indiana mostly.

Or her consorts in Indiana.

Virgil was a mess when he arrived. I haven’t even seen him yet, but Reagan said his pack broke his soul on his way out the door. He wasn’t even supposed to leave yet, and his house still needs to be packed up, but… He pulled the emergency brake.

I get it.

I did the same. I hope we can help him and this is the right match for him.

The head of the vamp council sent one of his “children” as promised to handle my coven of ancients and protect me. Carter’s not happy with who came. Apparently, it’s someone different and there’s some beef. It’s not just him or some jealousy thing. Sander and Emilio have said a few times that the guy is more dangerous than of help.

They’re probably not wrong, but he had to wear the same masks they did being around the council. Initially, I got something off the guy that worried me, but I handled thathurdle. Now I’m not worried, and no one would be stupid enough to fuck around with us when Eva is here.

But I’m sure I’ll be proven wrong and it will blow up my face. It normally does.

I’m just rainbows and sunshine like that most days.

Oh, and it turns out that there is more than fairy nectar, it just hasn’t been produced in hundreds of years because making it was too difficult while staying under the radar. Or that’s how Laila explained it to me. She’s actually adorable when she talks about it and getting some piece of the fae heritage back.

It’s all over their community, and some of their oldest will be visiting Chicago to potentially work on the old recipes and breathe new life into this venture. Some are less than thrilled it will be in the hands of a wolf—even one in business with their queen—but Laila wants them to see how many fae are under my protection and how Chicago thrives.

Hopefully, that doesn’t bite us in the ass either.

Really, my main goal is to get bit in the ass as little as possible. That’s what I want in life.

The bar is that fucking low.

The End

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