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“I’d rather you took some time off while I handled this,” my father admitted, a small, sad smile gracing his face. “Take a vacation overseas and enjoy a lazy summer.”

He was a good alpha. Always trying to take care of us.

I gave him a quirky smile to try to reassure him, but the sadness in his eyes only deepened.

“You publicly named me your heir,” I reminded him. “I can’t leave right after coming back.”

He returned my smile and pushed me toward the house. “Don’t slack on your training and keep your eyes peeled. If there’s a new development, I’ll call you.”

I waved goodbye and went around the side of the manor to where my Impala was parked.

My father was going to call in all the agents he had working for him all over the world instead of the police to make sure his pack was safe.

I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant he’d be callinghim.

CHAPTER 3

Frankie

The Genesis Armed Detective Agencywas a place where one could hire a private detective to do just about anything since we made sure all the detectives working in the field were licensed and fully capable of taking care of themselves and their partners.

They all had a concealed carry license and trained daily in our state-of-the-art gym to keep up their strength and stamina.

We didn’t hire anyone who had zero self-defense skills unless they showed ridiculous promise in other areas. We were willing to spend the time and resources to train someone how to use a gun and hand-to-hand if they had other skills we needed.

Yes, we did have detectives who never ventured out from behind their desks and their support was invaluable to us in many cases. Lucy and I wouldn’t have been able to solve the case that made us famous without them, but that wasn’t the majority of our force.

To the rest of the world, Genesis Armed Detective Agency was independently owned. I’d created it under the name Francesca James, not Lopez. No one knew that I owned it and the building it was housed in.

Now that I was the heir to the Lopez pack though, there was a lot more public scrutiny than before and things were starting to come out of the woodwork.

It wasn’t just because of me either, but the huge controversy that happened when the most eligible bachelor in the city had chosen an unknown omega as his bonded – even going so far as to leave the legacy of his own pack to make a new one for her.

Lucy was a bit of a celebrity now thanks to that.

All the attention from her new bond was part of the reason she was taking an extended leave of absence and I couldn’t blame her.

Everyone wanted to know what she was doing these days.

I missed her like crazy, but this was for the best. She deserved this happiness even if it meant that nothing would ever be the same. I was under no illusion that things would go back to the way they were before her bond ceremony.

Yeah, we were partners and always would be, but she had her own alphas now. Famous ones. Which meant the whole city was watching us. She hated that shit so I wouldn’t be surprised if her honeymoon turned out to be longer than just a few weeks.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if she decided to stick to desk work when she came back until things died down.

My little sister was more than capable of taking care of herself, even as an omega. She was a vicious thing with teeth and claws as sharp as any alphas, but she hated being the center of attention and she’d do just about anything to avoid it, even being confined to a desk.

I knocked on the commander’s door, not waiting for her to answer before heading in.

My aunt’s corner office was huge, as it should be for the CEO and commander of Genesis. She didn’t have the name Lopez either anymore, but that didn’t change the reality of our situation.

We both answered to my father.

I’d offered her this position for a multitude of reasons, but the biggest one was she was a very calm and trustworthy beta. Her loyalties lay with my father and me even if she was no longer an official member of the pack.

Lauren Michaels didn’t give a fuck about the rest of the alphas in our family and her vicious streak was almost as impressive as my father’s.

She gave me a glimpse of it now as she glared at me over her glasses. “You’re late. Again.”

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