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“Fine,” Ben says grumpily. I roll my eyes and open the box up. There’s a lot of paperwork in here, but on a quick inspection, I can’t see how helpful some of it will be.
Alex takes a diary, and I grab a folder with “Important Documents” written on it. Ben doesn’t move from eating the popcorn, and Seb reaches over to grab something, but he’s too busy straining his ears to hear for our mate that he’s not going to be much help.
The obsession is real.
“And yet, you continuously deny her,” Orion says.
“Fuck off. We’ve got more important shit to handle right now,” I protest.
“Nothing is ever going to be more important than our mate.”
That’s not what I meant, and the bastard knows it. I mean that my feelings aren’t important. I’m not important.
Not when we need to do what we can to protect Phoebe.
I start with his birth certificate and grab my work computer so that I can access our systems. My brothers and I are the founders of Wolfe Security, a private protection firm, and we’ve quickly become one of the most renowned in the country for our skills. We grew in popularity after my sister convinced two of her mates to sign with us and now have a full workforce.
Ryan’s birth certificate is fake, just like we thought. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s a rogue in hiding, I’d never have thought to look deeper at his life.
He’s got some skills, which is noteworthy, but we’re better.
His university degree—biochemistry—is under this fake name, but I can’t find any social media presence of him. He truly did leave the wolf life behind from what I can see, but that doesn’t explain why he took the risk he did with Maia.
Why would he knowingly impregnate a human when he knows she’s not his mate? It makes no sense.
Maybe we need to dig more into Maia, if we don’t find anything worthwhile on this Ryan. There might be a clue in her past why he chose her specifically—if he did.
“What have you found?” Ben asks, looking at me with interest.
“Birth certificate is fake. I’m going to keep digging to see what I can uncover,” I say. “Are you planning on helping?”
“I’ll swoop in at the end and find the answer,” Ben says, waving me off. “Once I’ve finished my popcorn, that is.”
“You’re such a lazy shit,” Alex says with a scoff.
“I put in more hours than you did last month,” Ben argues.
“I’d like to see that time card,” I say with a smirk. Alex snorts, and Ben rolls his eyes.
“Maybe the hours won’t be higher. But I absolutely made triple what he did, which is the most important thing,” Ben says, inhaling my popcorn. That argument I don’t protest, since it’s likely the truth.
I go back to my research, digging deeper and deeper to try and find out what I can. I can’t pull much more off it, so I toss it over to Ben, who sighs but starts digging. He’s more than capable when he applies himself.
“Wait,” Alex says with a frown. “This company, Fresh Fur Creations, comes up a lot in his journal.”
“Who the fuck keeps a journal these days?” Ben mutters as his eyes fly over the screen. “It’s not very smart, is it? Why bother hiding your identity if you’re just going to write it all down in your diary for anyone to find?”
“This isn’t a diary,” Alex says. “It’s his day planner.”
“Oh, yes, because that makes it better,” Ben says.
I laugh. “Let me see what we can pull up about this company then. What is he doing with them?”
“No idea,” Alex mutters. “He’s got it on his schedule for once a month?—”
“Once?” Seb asks, sitting forward. Alex nods, and Seb crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Pack meeting.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Alex shakes his head and turns the page in Ryan’s journal. “The date is the same every single month.”
