Page 62 of Knot my Alphas

“How about I make banana pancakes with oats?” I say, attempting to cheer him up. “Instead of regular syrup, I’ll make some blueberry jam without adding any sugar.”

“That does sound good,” he says thoughtfully.

A glimmer of a smile finally comes onto his lips. Throwing an arm around my shoulders, he tugs me against him. “Oww!” he mutters immediately, massaging his side. “Stupid pain!” he howls.

“Are you okay?” I say worriedly.

“Yeah,” he says as his pained expression fades away. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

“I’ve ordered everything needed for the renovation of the tech room,” he says, meeting my gaze. “The equipment will arrive any minute now. I’ve spoken to the technicians as well. They’ll come this afternoon.”

“Wow,” I whisper. “So, we can find out about my parents today?”

Taking my hand, he squeezes. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’ll do my best to search for them but it could’ve just been a mindfuck that Callahan set up for your benefit. He’s a psycho who’s successfully fooled the entire country for decades now. Maybe, he wanted to manipulate you into thinking he was close to your parents to make you trust him.”

I shake my head. “You should’ve been in that room and seen the way he talked about her. He set up a shrine for her there with all her old things. He wanted me to stay there and live as her substitute.”

A disgusted look comes over him. “He’s such a fucked-up bastard.”

A humorless snort escapes me. “No doubts there.”

A ringing, vibrating noise disrupts our conversation.

Julian checks his phone and glances up at me. “It’s them,” he says. “The computers must’ve arrived.” Swiping the screen, he picks up the call. “Yeah?”

I strain my ears to hear what’s being said, but don’t make out much.

“I’ll inform them to let you guys in,” says Julian. “Keep your IDs out because the guards at the gatewillcheck them before letting you in. You will have a group escort you to the mansion. Once you’re here, someone will show you to the room. Leave everything there and go back with the guards.”

He nods and hums before switching off the call.

“I should go downstairs,” I say, jumping off the bed. “You must already be quite hungry. How about I make you some coffee and a PBJ?”

An amused grin comes over his lips. “Don’t worry about it, Wildflower” he says. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Dang! I must be stinking,” I say, sniffing at my clothes. “I wish there was time to take a shower.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry about them. They’re just here to deliver the stuff. It’s the technicians who’ll be here for hours setting everything up.”

“All right, then,” I say, making up my mind. “I’ll go and wait by the door. After they leave, I’ll go for a quick shower, and then, we’ll eat some brunch.”

“Sounds good.”

Pecking him on the lips, I turn around and hurry out of the room.

The technicians took most of the afternoon to install the computers, routers, and cameras that form part of Julian’s new surveillance system.

Despite being in pain, he dragged himself out of bed to oversee the installations. Dressed in baby-blue PJs with tiny pineapples on them, he bossed everyone around with a savage look in his violet eyes. Everything had to be exactly the way he wanted.

Despite his bossiness, the beta technicians continued working without any complaints. They all seemed fascinated by him and kept staring at him with dazed, hungry looks.

Unlike me, Julian hadn’t bothered with a de-scenter.

Each time he got close to the men, they secretly inhaled deeply, desperate to catch a whiff of his vanilla and chocolate perfume.

Anger, swift and hot, surged through me each time I caught them.

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