Page 93 of His Fate
We have a strategy meeting this morning—my brothers, uncle, Hank, and I. I sent out the message after we got Havok situated in his new cave because I feel as though it is crucial to confirm our plan, especially with our brother vampyr being a new factor.
Intel has been gathered by Harold and Will, intel extracted from Ivan in most unorthodox ways since he is impervious to our techniques.
Apparently, a lion shifter can be very persuasive when the need arises, and since Ivan is unaware they are twins and is also incredibly stupid, they were able to convince him they possess great magic that evidently terrified the coward into spilling a bit of information.
So while they continue to question our prisoner, I plan to meet with my closest family to go over what we know and come up with the best solution that will result in our victory.
I discussed this with my mate last night when I returned—after I took her in the shower and again once we got into bed—and my queen will be sitting in on this meeting as well.
She feels that since our numbers are so small it will be crucial to have every willing participant present—herself, Janet, and Grace included.
To me, Hank’s, and Henrich's great dismay.
She is not wrong though.
The return of the next generation shifters has been a huge help, all of them agreeing to uproot their lives and settle back in their homeland in order to remain close to family and friends.
It is a welcome addition to our small army and Posey is accurate in her assessment that we need all hands on deck, anyone skilled with weapons or in combat should be included despite their species in order to give us a better chance.
It is very sexy when my beloved talks of strategies of war. So sexy I made sure to tell her I thought so while I had her in the walk-in closet this morning.
"Look," she whispers as we stop just outside the living room, an enormous and radiant smile on her face.
I follow her line of sight and what I see warms my heart to the point of boiling.
Andrej is asleep on the couch, his bare feet on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankles. He is in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, the scent of his soap still heavy in the air but my obviously exhausted brother is not what has either of us awestruck at the moment.
No, it is how he is sleeping that does.
Allie is curled up on the couch next to him, her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his gigantic bicep as she sleeps deeper than I believe she has since arriving here.
And on the mightiest dragon warrior’s chest, second only to our father, is a teeny little bundle swaddled in a pale pink blanket, tiny toes sticking out the bottom while small hands grip his chest hair.
Andrej is fast asleep on the couch sandwiched between his fated mate and her young, the young he must feel is his as well judging by the way he has his hands placed protectively on her back and bum.
My mate was right.
Not that I doubted her, never because of that, but I am slightly surprised, more relieved and overjoyed than anything because my eldest brother never thought he'd have either of these things.
Posey wipes a tear that rolls down her cheek and looks up at me with a breathtaking smile. "I am so fucking happy I could burst."
I nod, kiss her sweet lips, then take a final glance at the most adorable scene before us. "As am I, my beloved."
"Can he skip the meeting this morning?" she asks with hopeful eyes, "He has to be exhausted after last night and they look so cute." Then she grins, pulls her phone from her pocket and snaps about forty pictures. "Can't we just let them have their family time and fill Andrej in later?"
I nod and kiss her temple. "Yes, I think that is a wonderful idea. Andrej will give me hell for allowing it but I feel as though he deserves this time with his females. He'll be of little use to us anyway until they mate."
Posey giggles. "Which will probably happen pretty quickly because I don't see Andrej allowing them to continue staying in our wing and to be honest, Allie will jump his bones at the first sign he's interested because girlfriend has not had a manmade orgasm in years."
I snort and shake my head.
Gods, I love her.
"The others are waiting." I pull my mate—more forcefully than I assumed I'd have to—away from gawking and lead her toward the kitchen. "Havok is rather angry, I'm afraid. Rightfully so, but I don't anticipate he will be interested in much conversation that does not revolve around battle. Do not take offense, just know that he is a better man than any we have yet to meet, loves us as fiercely as we love him but has been through a loss no one should ever go through so he is surviving solely on revenge and hate."
Posey nods. "He lost his mate."
"It is not my story to tell but yes, Havok has suffered the worst kind of heartbreak one can endure."
