Page 41 of Alpha's Redemption

“Marcus. You were out for about ten minutes. I thought I was going to have to carry you back to the car,” she says and I huff. Great, he’ll never let me live it down.

“Did you tell him why?”

“No, Doc said it was too early. Best not to announce it until I hit twelve weeks.”

That makes sense, but I know Valarian will blab to the girls. His excitement is kind of annoying, yet also contagious. I look at the small ultrasound printout in my hand before getting to my feet.

“Give me your keys. I am driving,” Everly says, holding her hands out for them. I reluctantly give them to her before following her out to the car.

Triplets. What the heck am I going to do with triplets? I pictured one baby, and I ended up with a damn litter! Well, almost. My head is spinning the entire way home. Valarian is chatting away happily about his baby brothers.

Please, Moon Goddess, be boys; he’ll be on the warpath otherwise. Valarian is already picking out names and they haven't even got a brain yet! Literally, a heartbeat, and that’s it. She’s only five weeks pregnant, so we still have thirty-five weeks left.

“Are you alright?” Everly asks me. I swallow. Mentally, I prepared myself for one, but now there will be three.Three!

“Yep, fine,” I tell her, a little embarrassed that I fainted on her. Thankfully, the drive home is uneventful, but I have so much to do tomorrow. Marcus and I are going to visit Nixon tomorrow. Everly tells me her plans over dinner—she’s meeting with her father's accountant and checking over some business accounts; both of us are going to be busy.

I’ve just put Valarian to bed when I hear Everly curse from the living room. When I walk out to check on her, she turns the news up.

“What is it?” I ask, but she holds a finger to her lips when I see Nixon is in some sort of conference meeting with one of the news channels.

I move toward the couch and sit beside her. She turns it up a little more. So this is why Nixon didn't want to meet today. He was doing damage control. I growl as I watch him give some sob story, which I know is a lie. My father told me the real story. Nixon handed himself in, knowing we were onto him.

He tells the news reporter he was trying to find a cure for his sick daughter, leaving out the part where he abandoned her to her mother. Instead, claiming she had been sick all her life, and he was trying to find a cure—that he has top leading scientists working on a vaccine. He knew we were going to uncover everything, and we blew our chance. He painted himself a saint, so when this came out, he already had an explanation.

He made it look like Leah, his mate, dumped her kids on him, including a sick baby, before running off with another man.

“What is he doing? He’s admitting everything!” Everly exclaims.

“Damage control. He knew he was about to be busted. Nixon covered his tracks and got those in the city on his side.”

He then says he tried to offer me the vaccine for Emily and Ben but I refused. We listen a little more and it’s clear to me this is his way of covering up. He’s trying to save his reputation while destroying mine.

Everly's phone starts ringing, and so does mine. Pulling it out of my pocket, I see it’s Marcus calling. I quickly answer it.

“Are you seeing the news? Nixon is being broadcast across every station,” Marcus tells me.

“Yep, I’m watching it now,” I tell him and I hear Everly on her phone talking to someone. It only takes me a moment before I realize it’s her father.

“Dad, slow down, let me think. You need to calm down. I’ll think of something,” I hear Everly tell him. The mind-link also opens up and my father's voice rushes through my head just before utter chaos ensues when every pack member suddenly starts trying to alert us through the pack link. Everly screams, clutching her head, and my own spins as voices flit through the open link.

Dropping my phone, I race to her before booming through the link,‘Don't use the mind-link. We are aware!’I order my pack before shoving them out. They’ll give one of us an aneurysm!

I help Everly to sit on the couch before flicking the damn TV off. John, I can hear, is calling out to her. I look around for her phone and find it on the floor. John’s voice screeches in my ear when I pick it up.

“Everly, what's going on? Do you need me to come over?” John says, sounding rather panicked.

“She’s fine. The pack link overwhelmed her,” I tell him, moving into the kitchen. “What is it you want? We already know of Nixon's bullshit interview.”

“I called for the same reason, and also to warn her that Nixon has told me if I don't verify this to the media, he’s stopping Claire's treatment.”

“Fuck!” I curse under my breath. I fill a glass with water, take it back to Everly, and pass it to her, watching as she sips it.

“What happens if she doesn't get the vaccine?” I ask.

“She will eventually turn forsaken,” John says. “I have one more dose, but it will only hold it off for another month. She needs that vaccine every month. I’m sorry, but I have no choice, Valen.”

I growl—he gets up there and states Nixon's claims are valid, it’s going to cause a rift between all the packs and the rogues.

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