Sierra nodded, “She does and she’s always had a plan of what to do with that information. She didn’t know when the plan to take down our pack leadership would come about, but she’s been preparing for almost seven years.”
Phil snorted, “But she’s lower than Omega.” I snarled, “No she isn’t.” He shot me a look. “In their pack she is. Seriously, they are ass backwards. She was amassing evidence and proof of those crimes. That doesn't sound like Beta blood. OH wait, YES IT DOES!”
Sierra pointed out, “She’s not lower than an Omega anymore. She’s the Female Lead Warrior.” I sighed, “Which is a part of your pack’s leadership.” Sierra smiled, “Exactly. She had proof before she turned sixteen. When her access and status changed, she got a lot more.”
Phil sighed, “I hate the bubble, Alexander. It’s killing my brain.” Sierra laughed, “What’s a few more days?” Phil shouted, “You’re a Beta blood! This should kill you.” Sierra winked, “I’m a Beta blood who knows the answers you want to have. It’s not hard for me to wait.”
She teased, “I already know all the things. On top of the three of us being able to be honest and truthful about what we know when Mel isn’t around. It’s all very nice for me.” Phil snorted, “You haven’t told us half of what you know about what in the actual fuck Melanie McAlister would be doing in your pack. Or how someone who is not a member of your pack is the Female Lead Warrior. I myself find that curious.”
That was a great point. I linked him, “Good observation.” He snorted, “I know that.” Sierra frowned before saying, “Melanie is a part of our pack.” I snorted, “No she’s not.” Sierra insisted, “Yes, she is.” I looked at Phil because we knew that wasn’t true.
He linked me, “Alpha Kyle would’ve felt her break from the pack.” I postulated a theory, “What if the Witch did something so she could be in both? Dylan is a part of our pack and Blue Moon due to a Fairy charm.”
Phil snorted, “That your Uncle Aiden did for fun because it would drive your dad insane. Dylan asked the Bishop siblings first and they couldn't find a way to do it.” He was right. I sighed, “We might need to call Alpha Kyle.” He scoffed, “MIGHT?! It’s well past might.”
Sierra finished her breakfast while we absorbed the information she’d given us. She asked, “What’s the plan for today?” Phil shrugged, “What about a pool day?” Sierra clapped, “YES! That’s just what we need.” I added, “Melanie will have to agree.”
Sierra snorted, “She’ll agree. I love the pool and so does she. Well, most of the time. Small spaces she’s not a fan of, but pools are large open spaces. She does just fine in those.” Phil grimaced, “So no hot tub.”
Sierra rolled her eyes, “Small spaces with walls and a door, Muffin. Or somewhere all dark with no way out.” What had no way out? Oden snarled, “I don’t like these words.” I hadn’t liked quite a bit of what she’d said.
Phil raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry. You’re saying she’s a claustrophobic wolf? That’s new.” Sierra didn’t answer. My anger was back in full force. I said, “That’s weird. She hid in a present box to surprise her brother for hours once. Jase told me the story.”
Sierra said, “Well, now she couldn’t do that.” Phil cleared his throat, “Right. This was a conversation that we all had on the claustrophobia. Alexander has things to do. Let’s go wait on the deck for Melanie to stop dancing.”
Sierra laughed, “She’s got hours left in her.” Phil snorted, “Impressive.” He linked me, “I’ll see what else I can get. EJ might have a point about the non-Hackura bloods going crazy on your cardio program since your mate has HOURS left of dancing in her.”
That was not even remotely like what EJ said. I conjured my phone. My dad was likely locked into my mom’s concupiscence. I took a shot and texted him anyway.
Me:I know mom’s concupiscence is going on but if you have a spare minute, please call me. It’s important.
To my surprise he called five minutes later. I answered, “Dad?” He told me, “I’ve got a few minutes before I literally pass out on you, son. Your mom just fell asleep. I only looked at my phone in case you pups needed something.”
I sighed, “I….” I trailed off then rubbed the back of my head saying, “You know what, it can wait.” My dad laughed, “I know you, Alexander, and I can feel our bond. It may be able to wait, but you want to talk to me. I’m your dad and you can always talk to me.”
I winced admitting, “It’s not just as my dad I need to talk to you. It’s as the leader of the Werewolf Council.” My dad’s feelings turned incredibly serious in the bond. He questioned, “What’s going on? Are you safe? I’ll get someone to you.”
I laughed, “You know I can handle myself.” My dad was quiet then said, “You have been very angry in the bond more than once. Your mom would’ve noticed if she wasn’t in her concupiscence. Before that, she was waiting for you to pull her.” I knew that because she always respected our choices.
I told him honestly, “I have never been angrier in my life. Truthfully, I feel I like my fury will just expand the more I find out.” My dad sighed, “Tell me what you can.” I explained, “When I get back, I will be able to present you with evidence that there are packs treating their Omegas horrendously. Not paying them for their work, and think that’s the tip of the iceberg, dad. Some packs have classes lower than an Omega for some reason.”
My dad denied it, “That’s not possible. We go over the reports for all packs under our purview and the Supernatural Council’s.” I told him Sierra’s words, “Reports can be altered. There are people who have been crying to the Supernatural Council about the fairness of our council since Grandpa took over.”
My dad ground out, “The Supernatural Council is supposed to go survey those packs. Son of bitch. Don’t tell me they don’t.” I confirmed, “From the information I’m getting, they don’t. They are too busy to visit the packs every year to review reports. The reports you have are falsified. I’m told I’ll have a substantial amount of evidence to prove that to you.”
My dad groaned, “I’ll have their asses. How badly are they treating their Omegas? What is worse? How badly are they treated? God, I don’t even want to imagine.” I snorted, “I mean we know some packs are turning them over to Hunters. That’s just from the people in our packs.”
Dad replied, “I know there’s more to it.” The bond would tell him. I explained, “I know that they are punished for eating at the same time as everyone else. Or leaving the kitchen with dirty dishes while they break to eat.” My dad growled, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”
I sighed, “I don’t think it ends there though. At this moment, I have photographic proof of a pack that has siphoned money to the leadership and kept it from the pack. It’s in shambles, but the Main house is immaculate with regular updates. There is magic placed on where their other homes are so that no one can see the condition they’re in.”
My dad was quiet then said, “You’ve involved your cousins then.” I admitted, “I had one who brought in another on it, yes.” My dad replied, “I’ll call Lucas and have him start compiling a list with Dylan of those we haven’t ever seen because they are on the Supernatural Council’s list. You’re going to say the old council before your grandfather was corrupt. Aren’t you?”
I smiled because my dad was smart. I answered “Yes. I’d have Uncle Gunner look into their accounts and see what proof he can find. I’m sure he never took a hard look.” My dad yelled, “Son of a bitch! This is just so fucking typical!”
I told him, “From what I was told, the old council was just too busy running a pack and their day to day to be bothered to visit everyone. Somehow it was circulated that a payment would get you the stamp of approval.” My dad growled, “Your mother was too nice when she killed them then. They should’ve suffered far more than they did.”
I laughed because from the story I’d heard from Uncle Aiden and while they got a quick death, it was not kind. My dad was right though. They’d caused the suffering of hundreds, if not thousands, of Omegas.
