I shrugged, “Ok. That will hurt her, and I do like that, but you are discounting the stubbornness of Beta blood. I’m simply saying if she’s unmarked at thirty-five I get her.” Because it would KILL Drake if I marked his daughter, and she was mine.
She snorted, “It won’t happen but fine. If she’s unmarked at Thirty-five you can take your turn.” I grinned and she looked at me oddly. She asked, “Why do you look so happy?” I winked at her, “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
It was because that meant Melanie would be mine to mark. Trevor would not convince her to be his, ever. Especially if he was mean to her and abused her, which I planned to have him do starting the second he lays eyes on her. A Beta pup wouldNEVER stand for that. She knew what fated mates looked like and she knew he would never be able to raise a hand to her if it was true.
The representative stood and shook my hand, “I’ll be back to discuss the plan as it develops. Goodbye Alpha Ezra.” I dismissed her with a curt, “Bye.” She snorted, “You could use my name.” I called over my shoulder “I didn’t bother to learn it.”
I left with a smile on my face knowing one day Melanie McAlister would be mine and it would send Drake into an early grave. Melanie would be my evil mistress, and it would send Alexander Conners into a spiral, along with all the allies. It was certainly a good day to be me.
Mom Monster Cookies
Melanie is Seven Years Old
Melanie was pacing in her room. My Xander was going out on his first ever mission with his brother EJ. They had been ready for two years, but they were finally going. I was so nervous I could barely stand it. I’d tried to distract myself, but I couldn’t concentrate on my book.
It was from my favorite series, theThoroughbredNovels, and normally I could lose myself in the story, but not today. I told my Xander wolf, “I should be with Elise and Cassie having a sleepover, waiting in Black Mountain for them to come home.”
I grumbled, “He’s my Xander and I’m JUST as nervous as they are. It’s really unfair when you think about it… except he doesn’t know I’m his…. like I know he’s mine. UGH!” I jumped on my bed and clutched my stuff wolf to me.
I whispered, “Keep him safe, ok.” I groaned berating myself, “The wolf is with you, not Xander.” I should’ve insisted Elise take him this time. I’d tried several times, but she always said my Xander would want me to have him.
Well, that was silly because I was NOT going on a mission. Why were they off school for a random holiday that had no assigned meaning? Why couldn’t their mission be on the WEEKEND like NORMAL missions? I would have a dance competition and that would distract me then but NOOOOO.
My phone rang and I noted Tiffany, another dancer, was calling me. She lived in New York, but we went to competitions together. She was my toughest competitor. She loved competing against me and vice versa.
I answered, “Hey, Tiff.” She said, “Your text was all over the place, per usual. Your Xander is what now?” I squeaked, “He’son his first mission and I have NOTHING to do!” She snorted, “Was world denomination off the table?”
I grumbled, “I can’t take over the whole world.” She argued, “I mean, I think you could. You’re seven and you already have a secret network of dancers to keep you clued into rumors about those you love.” I blushed loving that it was true.
I muttered, “It’s hardly my fault that people want to talk to me… or that other pups love to have something to come tell me. I just pointed them all at things that would be helpful… and pups are unassuming… people talk in front of them… and stuff. Something people should consider but don’t… because they are pups. Which works for me…as I am also a pup.”
She snorted, “Yes, well you’ve gotten some good tips to pass off.” Most never checked out, but a few had. It made me feel like I really was helping when it came down to it. Everyone said I was just a pup and never let me offer suggestions. Even though I’d been tested and was on a genius level, surpassing my dad’s I.Q.
That wasn’t easy either. My dad was very smart, he was just better at not rambling than I was… and lying… and talking to people in general. Everyone said that would come, but I wasn’t sure. I just didn’t see the point in not telling people the truth. They’d learn it eventually, but I could acknowledge I could easily have finesse. Beta’s all had that in spades, but not me.
Think about my network had me thinking of an encounter in Minnesota when Tiffany covered for me.
Flashback
Tiffany whispered, “Ok, your mom is talking to mine. Go.” I nodded, “Thanks.” She added, “For the record, this is crazy.” I replied, “I’ll be back before my dance slot…and if anyone thinks…I mean I’ve got it worked out.” Tiffany chuckled, “Go. I’ll say you have a new dancing ritual and no one can see it. Your mom will buy that.” I knew that since we’d worked it all out.
I went into my dressing room, which I’d gotten through my reputation and someone working here being a fan. I’d set it all into motion last week when I’d had a pup ask me if I was interested in something they overheard about my Xander. Of course, I was.
This dressing room had a door to a different area, but that wasn’t well known. Only the working maintenance crew knew about it. Since I had sources, I did too from a pup whose dad worked here. I changed into bulky clothes and pulled a hoodie over my head.
I had my bus pass ready to go. I was heading for Arden Hills. It was a lesser known suburb of Minneapolis which worked for me. Bloomington was the most popular one. I pretended to be asleep and heard the Demons behind me.
One grumbled, “I’m going to figure out how to kill that Angel.” I slit my eyes open and the Angel a row in front of me turned and winked at him. The Demon growled, “Stop stealing my girlfriends.” The Angel laughed, “But it’s so easy.” I knew how to kill and Angel.
A plan formed in my mind. I already had a few secret history books from other Supernatural groups and a security box for them. It was the first time I’d implemented Prince Gunner Cambridge’s word as gospel and it worked. The security box was under an alias I’d set up using his tips.
I only had two lesser known history books from other supernaturals so far, but some of the books I’d read in Faerie led me to believe the Angel’s might have a secret history book. I really wanted it. I wondered why they kept it so secret. The book had to have that answer….right?
This wasn’t a Fallen Angel, so he might know about the history book. I did know how to kill an Angel, and he never needed to know that I wouldn’t actually tell that Demon how to kill him. Both of them got off in Arden Hills, which was perfect.
I jogged after the Angel. I called, “Excuse me, sir.” He turned, “Pup.” I hummed, “So, I have a question.” He snorted, “Ok.” I asked, “Do you know about the secret Angel history book?” He gasped and grabbed me by the arm. I hit his elbow instantly making him let go.
I surmised, “So you do…or you wouldn’t have done that. I want it…or a copy is fine…” He cut me off, “Why the hell would I give you a copy? And how do you know about it?” I hummed, “Yeah…I’m not answering the second part…except technically you told me…so…I guess I will answer. I suspected… your actions confirmed. Anyway, I want it and since I know how to kill and Angel…I think you’ll tell me.. since you don’t seem to want to die…and that Demon wants you to.”
