Chapter 51: chapter fifty

“Who’s at the door?” Ajax asked, stepping out of the shower with the towel barely around his waist.

“I-uh…” I stared between my mate and the stranger.

Ajax’s wolf flashed in his eyes protectively.

“I don’t know his name,” I said quickly. “Can you give us a minute. I won’t try anything funny, I swear.”

“Something funny isn’t advisable. We’ve got people everywhere your little wolf next door won’t be much help.”

I nodded and closed the door on him quickly.

“Delanie!” Ajax groaned, searching for his pants.

“He said my Grandmother wants me. How did she know I was here?”

“My question exactly. I don’t trust this situation at all.”

I rubbed his arm but my mind was focused on the man outside determined to take me to my Grandmother. I didn’t know what to expect but I had so many questions.

“I can see it in your eyes, you want to go Delanie. Let’s be reasonable how did she know you were here? How did she know you were her granddaughter? For all I know this could be Blaise again.”

After the threat Ajax gave him I believed Blaise would lay low for a while. He’d gone against the Alpha Warrior twice and come up short.

I squeezed Ajax’s meaty hand and pouted.

“I’ll only go if you come with me.”

He held my stare. It looked like he would stand strong but a couple seconds in his defences gave way.

“Ugh, fine. We’ll go.”

“Perfect!”

Before we left I wrapped Ajax’s arm in a band aid. I used anti-bacterial cream as well just to ease my mind. He thought it was useless. The blond man in a beanie waited for us outside his white truck.

“Follow me, no tricks,” he ordered.

Ajax growled but I squeezed his hand. We got into our vehicle. I could barely sit still. I’d seen pictures and red some of the letters she wrote to her mother Delany. Ramona mentioned her too and it wasn’t very nice but she was also the only available person I could seek the truth from.

The white truck slowed in front of a tall, old and shady looking stone building. We followed the man through a black front door. I wasn’t sure what we were entering, an apartment building, a bar or club.

It felt too polished and classy to be a nightclub when we walked through the front door. It smelled of tea and freshly baked goods. The blond with the beanie stopped at a staircase and nodded at them.

“The door at the end of the hall. She’s waiting,” he said.

Ajax took my hand and let the way. It was quiet, too quiet as we walked through the hall of shut doors.

We stopped in front of the black door at the end. The words ‘madam’ were written in gold. It was now or never. I took charge and turned the knob. The scent of freshly baked goods was replaced by the strong sent of cigar smoke.

“It’s about time,” a husky woman’s voice said. “I thought I’d been stood up.”

Eyes like mine stared back at me from a woman holding a thick cigar between her fingers.

“Margot?” I asked.

She smirked. “Thank goodness you didn’t call me Grandmother.”

She offered us to take a sit in front of her mahogany desk. Ajax didn’t leave my hand the entire time.

“You look just like her,” Margot commented. “Alexandra, poor girl.”

“Madam Margot, I’ll be damned,” Ajax said, leaning forward.

My jaw dropped. “You’ve heard of her.”

Ajax ran a hand through his hair. “She’s got a rep, but she’s no public figure.”

“Alpha Warrior, you’ve mated my granddaughter. She’s more like her Mother than she knows. She sucked a rich wolf too then fell for a penniless bastard.”

“You know about my Dad? Who was he?”

Margot opened her mouth to speak as smoke swirled around her. The door opened wide and her face turned into disgust.

“We’ve got a problem, ma’am,” the blond with the beanie said.

“Someone better be dying!”

“Depends on you. One of the guys messed up one of the girls.”

Margot’s face fell. She killed her cigar. “We’ll have to continue this conversation another time. My one rule is not to touch the merchandise.”

***

“Ajax what does she do?” I demanded as we slipped into a smaller bar not far from the stone building.

He groaned. “She owns a brothel. She’s like the mafia,” he laughed.

“This isn’t funny. I can’t believe I’m related to her.”

“Neither can I. You’re so sweet and innocent and Margot has a reputation of being a tyrant.”

We found a table close to the big screen TV. Ajax ordered a beer and wine for me.

“Have you been to her brothel?” I asked.

Ajax choked on his saliva. “M-mate…” he trailed.

I rolled my eyes because I didn’t want to know. The waiter placed a beer in front of Ajax and a full glass of wine in front of me.

“Can we consider this our first date?” Ajax raised his brow.

I giggled. “Sure.”

He raised his beer to meet my glass in cheers before our lips met in a soft kiss. The crowd in the bar erupted into cheers. I giggled for a moment I thought they cheered for us but then I realized there was a game on the TV.

“I love you,” he said.

I blushed and leaned in to kiss him again. We finished our first date and left. Ajax’s hand on my hip presented prospects of a late and hot night to come. We parked far from the bar, prolonging our passionate time together. I wondered when I’d see Margot again because Ajax had to return to protect Mystic Pack.

I still had so much to ask and discover. I believed my Dad was dead and my Mother was trapped somewhere but maybe there was a twist in my story.

Ajax tugged me to his body and held me tightly.

“What’s wrong?” My heart slammed forward.

“Someone’s following us. Mystic Pack wolves.”

“What? Why would someone from there follow us?”

He looked up. I knew his senses came alive as he scanned the street for danger. He moved me from his side and put me in front of him.

“Are you sure?” I pushed.

He nodded. “Yes. It’s Max. He’s here.”

My stomach twisted into knots. I looked at the dark empty street and wondered where General Maximus could be hiding.