An Alpha for the Demigod (11 page)

Crispin nods and says,
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out. Have you heard
anything from your dad?”

I shake my head. “Nope,
and that’s what scares me.”

It takes five days for my
father to finally call me into a meeting. Mirajane hasn’t been back
to the house at all during that time. I have no idea what I’m
walking into with this meeting but I need to get it over with. I
nod at the enforcers guarding the office door on my way in. I’m
immediately shocked to find both Bastille and Mirajane sitting on
one of the couches across from the chair my father is sitting in,
at the center of his office.

I clear my throat and say
“You called for me, dad?”

He waves me over and says,
“Come and sit down son, we have a lot to talk about.” I walk over
and sit down in a chair next to him. He rests his elbows on his
knees and says “Now, you know why we’ve called you in
here?”

I nod and say “Yes, I
do.”

Bastille says, “We’ve gone
over the terms of the truce you laid out for the past few days and
after some lengthy discussions we’ve come to the conclusion that
the truce hasn’t been broken. However, my daughter doesn’t wish to
continue with the ceremony because of what has happened. She’s
afraid that it could happen again in the future and we want to
avoid a pack war.”

I sigh and say, “Oh, thank
the fates.”

Mirajane says, “What’s
that supposed to mean?!”

I look at her and say,
“I’m sorry for what happened, I really am and while I could promise
you that it wouldn’t happen again I’m not going to because I want
out of this as much as you do. That man wasn’t some random trick he
was my fated mate. Of course, I had too many drinks and can’t even
recall his name and I messed it up because I was so freaked out
about this truce. I didn’t want to start a pack war. Which I almost
did anyways because some asshole took pictures. So, I’m sorry
things turned out the way it did but I hope we can still be friends
Mira.”

Bastille says, “We’re
looking into where the pictures came from. I’ve narrowed it down to
three suspects that were there that night but they refuse to talk
and no form of interrogation is working on them. They’re extremely
tight lipped.”

Mirajane smiles at me and
says, “Of course we can be friends. I’m glad you found your
mate.”

I look at Bastille and
say, “I might be able to help with the interrogation
part.”

My dad says, “How? You’re
not an interrogator.”

I laugh and say, “No, but
I said I screwed things up with my mate right? Well, he left me his
phone number and a note in case a pack war was started. His exact
words were call me and I’ll handle it. So, I figure if he was going
to handle a pack war then maybe he can handle the
interrogations.”

Bastille says, “Well, I
don’t know about you Joseph but I say we let the boy call his mate.
I don’t see the harm in trying.”

My dad nods and says, “I
agree. Call him son.”

I pull out my phone and
dial. I wait patiently as it rings. He answers on the third ring I
think he assumed I was someone else because he says “Valik, I swear
to god if you send me after more dragons I will come down to that
office and put my foot so far up your ass you’ll be choking on my
leather boot. I have had it with these uptight, hoity toity
bastards.” There’s a noise in the background and he shouts “Shut up
dragon cunt I’m talking here!!” Then he says all sickeningly sweet
“Now, what is it I can do for you on this fine day sir?”

I laugh and say, “Um, hi
it’s Declan.”

There’s dead silence in my
ear and I check to make sure the call is still connected. He
finally starts talking after releasing a sigh. “Hey. Wasn’t
expecting you to call.”

“
I kind of need your
help.”

He laughs harshly and
says, “Yeah, of course you do. So, what is it? I’m working so talk
fast.”

I sigh. I really fucked
this up. “I know you said you could handle a pack war if what
happened between us got out. Well, it got out but I managed to
avoid the pack war.”

“
So? What do you need me
for?”

I run my fingers through
my hair and say “Interrogation. The suspects we have that leaked
the info aren’t exactly being cooperative.”

He sighs. “Fine, I’ll
handle it. What pack are you with?”

“
Asphalt Bay.”

He laughs and says, “Just
my luck. I’ll be there in three hours.” He hangs up and I stare at
the phone in shock.

My dad says, “So, what’s
the verdict?”

I look over at him and
say, “He’ll be here in three hours.”

Bastille stands says,
“I’ll have the suspects brought over here. See you in three hours.”
He and Mirajane leave.

I look over at my dad and
say, “So, where are we going to set this up at?”

He says, “The basement
where the cells are most likely. There’s a lot of space down
there.” I nod and we head that way.

He sets up two chairs
across from each other with a table in between, standard
interrogation style. Bastille and his enforcers come down with each
suspect. They put each one into their own cells and lock the doors.
We walk up the stairs to the living room and wait for my mate to
arrive. When the three hour mark passes and he still hasn’t arrived
I worry that he isn’t going to come.

One of my dad’s enforcers
comes into the room and says “Sir there’s a Liam Cassidy outside
the gate. Says he’s expected. Should we let him in?”

My dad nods and says,
“Yes, let him through. Bring him straight here.” I’m suddenly full
of excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. I really want a
second change to make things right.

The man that walks through
the door after the enforcer a few minutes later is a wet dream
walking. He’s wearing black cargo pants with knives strapped to his
legs, black combat boots, and a tight fitted black long sleeve
shirt with the sleeves pushed up; topped off with black leather
gloves, sunglasses and an unlit cigarette between his lips. He has
a large duffel bag over his shoulder but the thing I notice the
most is that my claiming bite is no longer on his skin. Is that
what he meant by taking care of it?

My father stands and holds
out his hand. “I’m Joseph Devine, Alpha of Asphalt Bay but only for
a few more weeks. It’s nice to meet you Liam. I hear you’re my
son’s fated mate.” Liam’s expression doesn’t change at
all.

He shakes my dad’s hand
and says, “Nice to meet you sir. Where are the suspects I’m
supposed to be interrogating?”

My dad says “Follow me,
they’re in the basement.” Bastille and I follow after them. When we
get to the basement my dad, Bastille and I all move off to the side
and let Liam do his thing. He takes one look at the table set up
and laughs. He moves one chair to the corner pushes the table
against the wall and drops his duffel down onto it. He opens it and
pulls out a black case that’s rolled up like a sleeping bag, a
couple rolls of plastic, tape, a smaller black case, and zip ties.
He cracks his neck, opens the black roll and unrolls it down the
length of the table then he flips it open revealing the contents
within.

He drops the rolls of
plastic on the floor and kicks them so they unroll across the
basement. He picks up the chair and rolls the plastic to the other
side of the room under it. He unfolds the plastic and tapes it down
then he covers the walls with some smaller rolls of plastic. Once
that is done he looks over at us and says “Bring me the first one
and put him in the chair.” My dad opens the cell and grabs the
first one. He struggles but my dad gets him to the chair. He’s
still fighting but Liam injects him with something out of a syringe
and he stops fighting.

“
This will only knock him
out for a few minutes. Usually, the shit I use is more potent but I
had to improvise on short notice.” He zip ties the first guy’s
hands and feet to the chair and steps back to wait for him to wake
up. He doesn’t even look our way when he says “If any of you are
squeamish leave now.” None of us leave.

When the guy starts waking
up Liam slaps his cheeks to help him along. “Wakey, wakey pup. Time
to get up.”

The guy glares and says,
“Who the fuck are you?”

Liam laughs and says, “I’m
the one that’s going to have you squealing like a stuck pig and
turning on your little friends.”

The guy scoffs and says,
“Bullshit, there are laws against us using those kind of
interrogation tactics on our own kind.”

Liam shrugs and says,
“Yeah, well those laws don’t apply to me. So, here’s how this is
going to work. I’m going to ask you a question and you are going to
answer, got it?”

“
No fucking
way.”

Liam shrugs and says, “I
guess we’ll do this the hard way then.” He picks up a knife from
the table and throws it at the guy lodging it right into his thigh.
While the guy is sitting there screaming Liam tilts his head and
says “Shit, I missed.” He throws another knife and this time it
lands in the guy’s other thigh. Liam frowns “Missed again. Damn. I
am off my game today.”

The guy screeches,
“Missed?! Missed what?!”

Liam smiles this evil
smile and says, “Your junk, tsk. Guess, I’ll have to try again. You
ready to talk now or did you want to lose your manhood?”

He screams “It was Steve!!
I had no idea I swear! Please, please, leave my balls
alone.”

The guy that must be
Steve, in cell three starts screaming “Shut your mouth you stupid
fuck!!”

Liam looks between them
and saysm “Well, that was quick. My work here is done. I’ll leave
the cleanup to you guys.” He pulls his knives from the guy in the
chair, wipes them off, and packs his tools back into his duffel
bag. He puts a set of black doctor booties on over his boots and
strolls out of the room.

I look between my dad, the
guy in the chair, and the door. Making a split second decision, I
make a mad dash for the door hoping to catch Liam before he leaves.
I run straight through the front room of the house and out the
door. Once I’m outside I take a deep breath to calm myself so that
I don’t sound so much like a phone stalker.

I look around and find him
bent over behind an SUV pulling off his doctor booties. He opens
the lift gate on the back, pitches the duffel bag inside and drops
the booties into a mini trash can. He closes down the back and
walks around to the driver side door. I finally snap myself out of
whatever staring hold I was under just in time to call out “Liam
wait!!” He sighs and closes the door he’d just opened.

He turns around, crosses
his arms and says “What do you want Declan?”

I run my fingers through
my hair and say, “Can we talk?”

He snarls. “Oh, so now you
want to talk?!”

I nod. “Yeah, I want to
talk.”

He stomps forward and
shouts in my face “Well then, let’s fucking talk!! Let’s talk about
how you bit me after we fucked and then called it a mistake the
next morning! Let’s talk about the fucking agony I had to go
through to have the bond we started severed!! Oh, I know! How about
we talk about the fact that you’re going to mate with someone else
and leave me to be alone for the rest of my fucking life while you
prance around happier than a…a...fucking Christmas tree on crack!!
Yeah, let’s talk about that!”

By the time he’s finished
his rant he’s breathing heavily. I can’t help but stare at him in
open mouthed shock. I almost want to laugh at that last part but I
don’t. Instead, I just smile and grab his hand. “I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have done that to you.”

He pulls his hand away and
says “Don’t touch me. I can’t handle it.” Boy, this is going to
take some serious groveling but I’m prepared for that.

I grab his hand again and
say “Well, you’ll just have to get used to it. I have a few things
I want to say to you and since you don’t seem to want to talk to me
you’re going to stand there and listen.”

He glares at me and says,
“I don’t have to do shit.”

I shrug and say, “No, but
you’re going to.”

He sighs and says, “Fine,
talk. I’m listening.”

I nod. “Good. First off,
I’m sorry you heard that conversation. You weren’t supposed to and
I hate that you did. I was freaking out about the possibility of a
pack war and I wasn’t thinking when I spoke. No brain to mouth
filter.”

“
It’s fine, I’m not
worried about it. You done? Can I go?”

I shake my head. “Not yet.
Second, the only reason I was mating with someone else was to
become Alpha and hold a truce with the Coal Springs
pack.”

He sighs. “I know all of
this already, what’s your point?”

“
My point is, I found you.
There’s no need to choose someone else as a mate to become Alpha
when I have a fated mate. The truce side worked itself
out.”

He tilts his head like
he’s making sure he hadn’t misheard what I said “So, what are you
trying to say?”

I smile. “I’m saying that
I want you. I always wanted you even if I didn’t act like it. I’m
sorry I made you feel differently.”