Page 53 of Alpha's Redemption

“Is that so?” she asks.

“Marcus thinks so. Besides, Valen is his Alpha. I can't get him into trouble,” Zoe tells her.

“Oh, I see. Choosing cock over your sister. I will remember that,” Macey tells her.

“No, I am not! I just know you would protect me better than Marcus,” Zoe says, batting her lashes at Macey. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” Macey says.

“He won't know; it’s the same jar. Besides, I'm a werewolf, not a damn human, and doc said caffeine has no effects on were-babies. He’s just being anal,” I growl, screwing the jar lid back on. I place it back in my tote bag on the seat and follow the girls to the school.

We wait in front of the school for the bell to ring, leaning against the brick wall.

“Geez, my hands are sweaty. I am so nervous,” Macey says.

“Yeah, I feel a little nauseous myself. Should I get down on one knee? I have no idea what I’m going to say,” I admit.

“I say go all Alpha on his ass and toss it at him and say ‘we’re getting married’,” Zoe says, aggressively.

“Gosh, calm down, Mighty Mouse, why so aggressive?” Macey says.

“Channel your inner Alpha Female,” Zoe states, and I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Sheisan Alpha female, Zo,” Macey laughs.

“I guess you're right, so yeah. Do that! Why not? They mark away without asking. Just shove it on his finger and say ‘pick a date’!” Zoe states.

“Yeah, don't listen to her. But I probably wouldn't get down on one knee. I just can't picture that,” Macey says with a shudder

“You two are not making me feel any better. What will you say to Tatum?” I ask Macey.

“No idea, but I’ll wait until Taylor is in bed, then I’ll bring it up.”

“Want me to take her?” Zoe asks.

“Really? That would be good. Then I can try to tell him—no, Iwilltell him at dinner—he’s always in a good mood at dinnertime.”

“I would be too if my future mate is a chef,” Zoe says.

“Fill-in chef! I am not a chef; but yeah, I am a pretty good cook, even if I do say so myself,” Macey says proudly.

“Make him that crème brûlée he likes; that will soften the topic,” Zoe tells her.

“I don't know!” she groans. “Yes, I’ll make him something nice, but Tatumreallywants more kids,” Macey stresses.

“It will be fine, Macey,” I tell her.

She bites her lip nervously. I have never seen her so anxious about telling someone something. Macey has no filter and at times her words can be brutal, so to see her so nervous tells me she really likes Tatum.

The bell rings and the kids come racing out. Macey makes arrangements with Zoe to drop Taylor off to her while I buckle Valarian in.

“Call me if you need me,” I tell Macey, and she nods.

“Good luck,” Zoe calls to both of us. “And I will see you at 4:30, Mace,” Zoe calls out.

Macey waves to her and nods once, then climbs in her car with Taylor. Jumping in my own driver's seat, I head home and get a bag ready for Valarian with some clothes for the night.

However, when I get to Kalen's, he doesn't seem to want me to leave. He keeps wanting to show me stuff and talk. Man, he can talk the leg off an iron pot. I try to remind him I’m going to cook Valen dinner tonight, but still, he insists I stay, dragging me off to show me some old record collection.

“Definitely Chinese food,” I declare by the time I’m about to leave. Valen mind-links me just as I sit in the driver's seat.

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