Page 41 of The Alpha: Part Two
We follow Minos down a different set of hallways that takes us to offices, his own private suite. He unlocks the door and ushers us inside, locking the door behind us. Then he leads us further into the suite and into the private bathroom where he turns on the faucet at full blast before turning to us.
“I won’t take much of your time, but I want to show you something.” He pulls out a few pieces of folded paper from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and hands it to Seth. “Look over that and tell me what you think. Not here. Take it with you. We can talk about that later. I need to ask about Flores. I assumed he was dead or otherwise gone, but I need to know for sure.”
“He isn’t dead,” Seth folds the paper into a smaller square and slides it into his back pocket. “We have him. He’s going to be dead, though. We just need information first.”
I almost fall over when Minos doesn’t have a problem with that. “Good riddance, I say. Don’t tell me anything, I trust you and the Johnson pack to get the job done. How is Miss Romero?”
“Desie’s a little bruised, but she’s tough,” I answer.
“She is that. And Lopez?”
“You might not want to know about that just yet, either,” Seth says.
Again, Minos nods. “I thought not. I’m not going to keep you. Get that omega somewhere to rest.”
“So, wait,” I hold up a hand, “you’re just going to trust us? Just like that?”
Minos levels me with a look. “Yes, Mr. Aguirre, I am. In just the past few weeks, Seth has proven himself to be more loyal to his people and to the wellbeing of our society as a whole than most of the alphas sitting on our council. Add to that the fact that the Johnson omega spoke on his behalf and that Thaddeus Smith and Marcus Graves are standing up for him, and he’s golden as far as I’m concerned. You’re his pack, you get my trust by default.”
When we step out of the building onto the sidewalk, Seth pulls out his phone as soon as I do. “I’ve got Ben, you text Desie.”
“I never thought my life would end up handling council shit,” I murmur as I shoot Desie a text letting her know we’re okay and heading back.
“You going to be okay with that?”
“I’ll have to be, won’t I?” I sigh. “Apparently, you're the man for the job. Are people going to come for us for the rest of our lives?”
Seth puts his phone back into his pocket and gives me a long look. “Yeah. Probably. For a while, anyway. Till things settle.”
I nod, nothing we haven’t already dealt with. And now we’ve got two council’s backing us. “We can handle it.”
Chapter twenty-three
Desie
I want ten kids.
I’ve been playing with the triplets for the past hour and now I’m making them snacks and I want ten kids. But I’ll take no less than eight if the guys argue about the first offer. I thought I wanted to wait until I was more settled in my career at the hospital, but I can settle my career and still have twelve kids.
Now that our pack is complete, I could start having them anytime. The biggest problem I think we’ll run into is whether or not Seth’s anxiety over safety and literally everything else can stand the idea. I bet I can convince him that it’s the best idea in the world; I don’t even think it’ll be hard to do with how his bond feels.
They’ll never go for it right now. Not this heat cycle. Everything is too fresh, and I still have bruises from the ordeal of the past little while and then we can get started on my ten kids. Twins don’t really run in my family, so I don’t think I’ll ever get twins, but I can have stairsteps.
My reproductive planning is interrupted by Ben carrying Dutch into the room by his ankles. Dutch’s squealing laughter is the best thing I’ve ever heard. I hope all eight of my kids are as loud and happy as he is.
“What’s got you smiling, beautiful?” Ben flips Dutch around and sits him on the counter right next to my growing pile of cucumber slices. He snatches a few slices and splits them with Dutch, who is very happy to be sitting on the counter.
“The kids.”
“These kids?” Ben asks, ruffling Dutch's unruly hair.
“Our kids.”
He raises his brows. “Our kids?”
“Yes. I want ten. You three won’t go for it this heat cycle. Understandably. But I want it on the table for the next cycle.”
Watching his face light up at the thought makes me smile even harder even as he says, “but that’s not the plan, Des. Our plan is to wait until you're in the position you want at the hospital for a couple years, and then we talk about a kid or two. Ten? You don’t mean that literally, do you? I mean, I don’t mind. If you want ten, ten it is. Michael’s going to shit his pants when he finds out. Seth might have a heart attack. Can I tell them? Please, let me tell them.”
