“Is something wrong with my sister?” He asked Betsy, who stared back at him with hooded eyes. Between her injuries, the lack of privacy, and her first full-moon shift, she was as needy as he to fuck. Maybe even more so. Hours left. That was all they both had to endure.
“Um…” She turned to regard Lake. “I imagine her anxiety has to do with Beaux.”
“With Beaux?” He raised his voice and then lowered it. They were leaving Montana. He didn’t have to be so worked up about the asshole anymore. “Why would she be scared of Beaux?”
The plane jerked forward as it started to travel down the runway. Movement outside caught his eye, and he glanced to see what occurred. Three cars pulled up next to the plane, and as though he’d appeared because Betsy spoke his name, Beaux dashed out of one of the cars. He waved his hands as if he wanted them to stop.
“Brother, my Alpha, don’t let them stop this plane. Please.”
He had no intention of doing so. If Beaux wanted something, he could call or email. Hell, he could text. Cyrus would ignore him the way he did the rest of the world.
“What did he do to you?” He shifted in his seat and leaned forward. “You guys were weird the entire time.”
The plane lifted off, and Lake exhaled loudly. “He didn’t do anything to me. I mean, really, Cyrus, he’s not that bad. Nice even. He told his wolves not to engage with yours. What more do you want from the man?”
“He told me he wasn’t going to do that, that it wasn’t necessary.” What has changed?
“I asked him to. He did it for me.” She turned away.
Cyrus didn’t like this conversation, not one damn bit. “Why would he do that for you, Lake? Why would the Alpha of Montana change his decision because you asked him to?”
His sister pursed her lips. He knew that look, had seen it far too often in childhood. Unless he ordered her to tell him, she wouldn’t.
“Cyrus, don’t be dense.” Betsy kissed his cheek. “They’re true mates. I think everyone has caught on to that but you. I get that relationships aren’t really your thing, but this one is pretty transparent.”
“Oh. Hell no.” Cyrus moved to unbuckle his seatbelt. He didn’t care if they were taking off. News like this made him want to move before he exploded. “Lake, are you telling me that you, my sister and this pack’s Healer, mated the Alpha of another pack—true mated—and didn’t think you should tell me about it?”
“Did you stop to discuss your mating with me? Besides, I don’t accept it. I’m not giving up my life to live in Montana with him. I like New York. End of story.”
He moved to take off his seatbelt and Betsy placed her hand on his to stop him “Stay seated. Nothing is going to get solved while we’re airborne.”
“He let you leave?” Cyrus took some deep breaths. It didn’t seem to help. “What kind of a mate does that?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “He told me not to leave. Ordered it, in fact. And I drugged him. I guess I didn’t give him enough.”
Cyrus cracked up. His sister had drugged her true mate to get away from him. “You do realize he will chase you.”
She nodded. “That’s what he told me.”
Cyrus squeezed Betsy’s hand. He could keep Beaux out of Manhattan for a while. There were protocols, and as Beaux himself had pointed out, one Alpha couldn’t go traipsing around in another’s territory without permission.
Still, eventually, he’d have to let him in. Or there would be war.
Betsy smiled. It’s okay. There’s a plan for this. It’ll all work out. The moon will see to it. What has fallen will be set right”
Maybe Betsy was right, maybe it would. Or maybe they really were in the midst of chaos that would have to explode into war because there was no other choice. He kissed Betsy’s hair, loving the feeling of closeness that came from being so sure of her. Whatever happened, he had his mate. Everything else would have to work itself out without him. He planned to spend the next few days in his apartment with his mate. With the doors locked and the phones off. Their destinies would have to wait patiently for a while. He had his own plans to take care of.”
The End