Page 57 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #52)
Hannah
Looking at the plan of attack for tomorrow, our small group waits patiently for Marcus to call back.
Aidan and Mikos took off as soon as we finalized the plan to leave Haven Trail and launch the attack on the hunters’ headquarters tomorrow night.
Sabrina said that after each sale, the team would return late at night, around midnight, when security was lax in the city.
Aileen was able to find a tractor-trailer that we put in Sabrina’s name, and it would be arriving at Haven Trail tomorrow morning.
Sabrina would drive the tractor-trailer to the headquarters with a mix of Haven Trail warriors and royal pack warriors in the back, waiting to spill out and attack as soon as the trailer was inside.
Aileen would be joining Aidan and Mikos, who would lead another team to sneak into the building where they would be the first to attack the hunters and create a distraction.
With this, our team would be able to infiltrate the building and rush toward the cells where the captured wolves and vampires were kept.
Suddenly, the phone in front of Sabrina lights up, and I nod to her, motioning for her to answer it. Nelson gives her a reassuring smile, telling his mate she can do this. Finally, Sabrina answers the call, putting it on speakerphone for us to hear.
“Hi, Marcus,” she greets the caller, her voice shaking.
“Sabrina, where the fuck is Steven?” Marcus demands right away, and Sabrina flinches, her eyes looking to me for reassurance.
“He… he is testing out a new she-wolf w-we found on the way back,” Sabrina answers, standing from her chair. She walks around the room as if heading somewhere else. With a nod to Claira, I signal for her to start.
“Please!” she sobs, fear and pain lacing her voice as Fabian begins to groan in time with the sound of a porno that Julian found online.
I have to cover my mouth to stifle the laughter that threatens to spill as we listen to my beta begging for someone to stop, her sobs and slight whimpers of both pain and pleasure being something I did not expect to escape from her lips.
Fabian, who sits next to her, has his eyes closed as he groans and moans, seemingly ignoring his captor’s pleas to stop.
“Fuck. Leave him be to enjoy himself!” Marcus shouts through the phone, and Sabrina pretends to back away.
Claira and Fabian take this as their cue to slowly quiet their voices until they go silent, while Sabrina returns to her seat.
“When the fuck do you guys plan to return home?” Marcus asks, annoyance in his voice.
“Tomorrow night,” Sabrina answers, the fear she has toward this man slowly dissipating.
“Good. Be back by midnight so I can yell at that useless twit of a brother. Our hunters aren’t happy that he took forever to return.”
Before Sabrina can reply, the call is cut short. She places the phone onto the table, and like a switch, we all burst out laughing.
“Goddess, that was hilarious,” Aileen states, clutching her stomach.
“No wonder Aidan ran out to organize our men before Marcus could call again,” I say, wiping tears from my eyes.
“We are never living this down, are we?” Fabian asks Claira, grinning as he shakes his head.
“No, we’re not,” Claira agrees with a sigh, running a hand through her hair. “But it was fun pulling a fast one on the hunters,” she adds.
“Now, back to business,” he calls out, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “We need to make sure that our wolves know their role in this operation. We can’t afford a single mistake if we are to make it out alive,” he continues, and the room turns solemn.
“Mikos and Aidan are already working as a team, explaining the route we are taking tomorrow night at eight o’clock sharp,” I state, looking over at Aileen. “Your coven members will be arriving tomorrow at noon for final preparations, right?” I ask her.
“Yes. My second is bringing my more experienced vampires, as the fledglings will only hinder our operation at the smell of blood. We are still weaning them off human blood and onto animal blood, even though it’s been a few decades,” Aileen answers with a sigh.
“Wait, your coven doesn’t drink human blood?” Sabrina asks, her eyes wide with surprise.
“No,” Aileen replies, looking at the human with a gentle gaze. “You see, the fledglings in my coven were those attacked by other vampires around Ottawa. They would have died if I hadn’t stepped in and asked them if they wanted to be turned.”
Julian lets out a low whistle, impressed by Aileen’s compassion.
My friend then explains that sometimes these fledglings were already introduced to animal blood to sustain their lives, but some had caught a whiff of human blood a few decades ago and had gone on a feeding spree.
This was during the Great Depression, which is why so many had died on the streets.
Given the state of the country at the time, humans chalked it up to those found dead being malnourished.
Aileen and her second had hunted down all the fledglings, bringing them home to their coven and imposing strict rules on them. A few have slowly recovered from their cravings for human blood, converting to a diet of only animal blood, but many still struggle against the urge to feed on humans.
“Will Miella be part of this group?” I ask, excited to see the vampire who happened to be my mentor in college.
“She will be on the condition that you give her a tour of your company. She is excited to see what you have built since being a student in her college class.” Aileen turns her attention to me, and I grin, catching Claira letting out a small cheer as well.
“Well, there isn’t much planning left to do now,” Julian says, taking my hand in his. “We know the routes we are taking, who will be in each team, and the timeframe we plan to complete this operation. Now all we can do is go to bed and try to get some rest,” my mate states.
I agree, telling everyone to get some rest and that we will see them bright and early to prepare for the fight tomorrow.
Julian and I walk out of the conference room and head downstairs to the pack house foyer. The smell of cookies and hot chocolate wafts from the sitting room to the left, and as I lead Julian toward it, we find Jiya with Saben, waiting patiently for us.
“Hi, baby,” I call out, Saben looking up at me and Julian.
“Hi, Mama. Is the meeting done?” Saben asks, plopping the last bit of his cookie into his mouth.
“Yes, sweetie. We can head home now,” I answer, bending down and opening my arms.
Saben turns and hugs Jiya, thanking her for watching him before he hops off the sofa and runs into my arms. I stand, carrying Saben on my hip while turning to Jiya.
“Are you sure you will be okay watching Saben tomorrow night? I’m not sure when we will be home after the operation,” I ask the Indian woman, who just smiles.
“Yes. You know I see Saben as my grandpup and love spending time with him,” Jiya answers, rising to her feet and coming to stand before me. She places a kiss on my cheek, telling me to get some sleep before turning to Julian. “Look after them tonight,” she tells him.
“I will,” Julian promises, wrapping his arm around my waist. With a goodnight to Jiya, Julian guides me out of the pack house and toward my car. I put Saben into his car seat before closing the door and looking at Julian.
“Wanna stay the night?” I ask sheepishly, watching as surprise and then happiness spread across his face.
“I thought I was already going to stay the night,” he teases, and I roll my eyes, motioning for him to climb into the passenger seat so that I can drive to my little cottage for some much-needed sleep.