Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0228

This whole party was so over the top, all for the biggest pain in our ass. The upcoming Alpha, or potentially if he played his cards right. The way he was going that could still be in question. He may be doing all that was asked of him, but I still did not trust that fucker.

Seeing my girls enjoying themselves meant the world to me. One mated, and having had a little chat with Bailey, maybe the other one too if she played her cards right. Though, how that miserable Beta had managed to charm her, I had no clue. I am surprised he knew how to smile, let alone sweet talk a lady. But, listening to Morgan, he was doing a good job, and he was quite taken with Bailey. I was not going to complain about that, anything had to be better than Miles fucking Davenport. But, a decent and honest Beta? Hell, yeah, I would not argue with that.

"The girls look happy, don't they?" My wife, Brianna, asked me, as she sat herself down alongside me. "Morgan hasn't stopped smiling since she arrived."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

I chuckled. “Think we were like that once upon a time, Bre-Bre." I winked at her affectionately. "The joy of the matebond, right?”

"Hmmm." She smiled back at me just as sweetly. "Until you have been together so long, even their breathing gets on your nerves?" she teased and I laughed.

"Ah we don't tell them that bit." I warned her. "It's all sunshine and unicorn farts right now, let them keep thinking that."

“Unicorn farts?” she exclaims with a smile. "You couldn't just say rainbows?"

I chuckled. "Where would the fun be in that?" I shrugged.

Brianna rested her head softly upon my shoulder, as we watched the party in front of us, many familiar faces enjoying themselves, and just

as many unfamiliar facet

now Miles was married to the

daughter of the Alpha of this pack, no doubt the two packs would be mixing more often, and we would be getting to know them better. I placed a soft kiss on top of my mate's head, when I was shocked by a sudden mindlink.

'Don, need you now. In the office. Shit is going down. Bring shorts for Miles.' Marshall was suddenly mindlinking me, and I was on my feet instantly, wondering what the hell was going on. But, I knew I needed to get there fast. My Alpha needed back-up.

"Sorry, doll, I am needed in the office. Be back as soon as I can." I blew my mate a kiss as I rushed away, only wondering what I might find. Already confused about why things would be kicking off at a celebration. Though, Miles's name was mentioned, so anything was fucking possible with that fool...

I sped through the corridors, with a

quick stop in the laundry room on the way. As I turned down one of the corridors I was faced with a dead wolf, his neck shredded to pieces causing me to halt my running was used to seeing blood... part of the job, unfortunately... especially with the battles we had endured over the years... but this wolf was in a bad way. Dead without a doubt. His head was almost severed from his body...

Was this at the hands of Miles? Or more likely his wolf, Jet? Shit... no wonder things were going to shit, but the question is why? There was blood pooling over the carpet and blood splattered up the walls. I know my Alpha needed me, but at the same time I could not leave the corridor like this for some other innocent bystander to discover. Especially the younger pack members. It could traumatize them.

'Zac, Sam and Dean?' I mindlinked three of our older warriors. 'Need you in the corridor of the packhouse, on clean-up. But also need you to keep this quiet, please.'

'Got it.' Zac confirmed almost immediately.

'On my way.' Dean agreed soon

after, and with that I didn't wait for

the third response before I continued on my way, knowing I could trust those guys to deal with it. And I was soon at the Alpha office door, barging my way in, to find a hell of a scene. The first thing I saw, and most certainly did not want to see, was a naked Miles, sol flung the shorts I had grabbed from the laundry room straight at him, allowing him to cover himself up. Not that he seemed to care in the slightest, he was on display to the whole room. About right for the egotistical sick little fucker.