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“Oh, 'n you might wanna have patrols sit around 'er perimeter; forsaken been spotted multiple times the last couple of weeks. That hotel backs onto the reserve—not a safe place right now. Yer dad pulled all the patrols away to focus on the pack's perimeters only.”
I growl, feeling anger flush my face. He had no authority to do that. Only Alphas do, and he no longer holds the title.
“Thanks. I will handle it; I'll get Marcus onto it straight away.”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Everly
Tears of frustration streak down my face as I storm away from him. Zoe and Macey stand there waiting, but I'm too upset to speak to anyone; I just want to run into my office and shut the door. Both of them follow me inside, Macey clutching a piece of paper in her hand.
“You ok?” Macey asks and I nod. However, I feel anything but ok. That was Valarie's car. I know it's silly, but it was hers, just like everything of hers I keep down in the storage lockers. I can't bring myself to throw anything away.
“We will get it back,” Zoe offers, and I shake my head.
“He had it crushed when I refused to let him mark me.”
“Asshole! I'm sorry, Everly,” Macey curses and I sniffle. It isn’t their fault. Macey clears her throat and I glance at her resting on the edge of my desk as I use a tissue to wipe away my childish tears. Buying another is no issue, but I loved that car because it was hers.
“The Inspector…”
“Crap, I forgot,” I tell them, getting up, and Macey waves me away, holding a piece of paper out to me.
I take it from her and read it. A sound of annoyance leaves me when I see what's written on it.
“This is bullshit! They're to the standard; he checked last time!”
Macey nods.
“He said he'll be back in a week to check the guard rails are fixed and the fence around the pool has been replaced.”
“Anything else?” I ask, and Zoe chews her lip nervously.
“He said whatever you've done to piss off the Alpha, you need to fix; that he's been asked to find any fault to shut us down unless you give Valen what he wants.”
“You didn't tell him…”
“Of course not.”
I nod in relief.
“I'll handle this, then I'll come and grab the kids from school with you,” I tell Zoe, who nods.
“Also, one of the fridges is down—I've sent for an electrician,” Macey adds as they are leaving. At least this day can't get any worse.
* * *
Ispoke too soon. Turns out, no electrician will come out—not even a handyman. I went through my contact list of rogues with different trades—looking for anyone that has any skills with appliances or electricals—but found none, and Casey’s father is away from the city visiting his mate's family.
When it's time to pick up the kids, Zoe meets me out front of the hotel by her car.
“Any luck?”
“No,” I groan.
“We'll figure it out. We still have one running, and we could possibly bring one down from one of the suites.”
“We'll have to bring two down—one won't be big enough—and that means two rooms won't be available until I order a new one;ifI can order a new one. I have a feeling we'll be struggling to get it delivered.”
