Chapter 91
The men finally arrived at Alpha Tony’s packhouse. As they exited the car, umbrellas were held over their heads to keep them from getting soaked by the rain. Making their way upstairs, the servants promptly opened the door for them. The moment they stepped inside, they could feel the warmth and comfort of the packhouse, a welcome contrast to the chilly night outside. The butler greeted them and led the group up to Alpha Tony’s office, located on the second floor. The butler knocked on the door and a middle-aged man open the door Alpha Tony and the other men in the room stand up and bows to Lord Frances before sitting down at the table. Anthony and Frances took their seats while Robert and Miles sit in the chair by the wall as they were about to listen to other alphas talk.
“My lord, I talk to you on the phone about Sammuel want justice for his son, and his grandchild is gone,” said Alpha Tony
“Let me be clear, Samuel didn’t know it was the rogue, not Kathy, who was responsible for his son’s death.” The room grew tense as the implication settled in, with several alphas exchanging uneasy glances. Lord Frances’s words carried a weight that shifted the blame away from Kathy, subtly redirecting the focus of the conversation.
A white lie spilled from Lord Frances's lips, recounting how Noah kidnapped Lady Kathy, who was expecting triplets, and that she somehow endured the treacherous birth. He painted a picture of her resilience, emphasizing the peril she faced while in captivity, and how, against all odds, she survived the ordeal with courage. The men in the room listened intently, the fabricated tale adding another layer of complexity to the already tense discussion.
“How do we know it’s the truth or not? There is no evidence proof plus she is the only one live,” said Alph Tony.
Anthony pulled out his cellphone, hoping Kathy had hers as he was about to dial, when suddenly his phone rang, silencing the room before he answered the video call.
“Anthony when will you and Lord Frances coming home I am cooking dinner while mom and the ladies watch the babies for me?” asked Kathy
Before Anthony could answer Kathy’s question, he hesitated for a moment, then said, “I was about to call you. Alpha Tony doesn’t believe that the rogue killed Noah, but you did,” said Anthony, his gaze shifting between Kathy on the screen and the men around the table. The tension in the room sharpened, and several heads turned toward Tony, awaiting his reaction.
“Wait say Tony right?”
“Yes, why,”
"Give him the phone?"
Tony gave the phone to Anthony, which confused him. He saw Kathy on the phone and realized Tony knew her, so he stayed silent. Kathy signed to him, and Tony then gave Anthony the phone, causing whispers.
Anthony smiled softly at the screen. “My love, we should be back home within an hour or so. The meeting is still going on while you and the ladies eat. We’ll eat leftovers when we get home. How are the babies and you?”
“They are getting a lot of attention from the ladies, and I’m in the kitchen cooking since the cook isn't here. But I don’t mind at all. I’ll let you go now—just come home safe,” Kathy replied, her voice warm and reassuring.
Anthony’s eyes softened as he looked at Kathy on the screen and said gently, “I love you.” His words lingered with a sense of comfort and longing, echoing the warmth they shared despite the distance.
“I love you too,” Kathy replied softly, her smile brightening the screen. The simple exchange filled the silence with a gentle warmth, easing the ache of separation for just a moment.
Anthony hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as Tony remained silent. The room buzzed with quiet curiosity; glances exchanged among those seated. Frances, sensing the unspoken question in the air, glanced around the table and cleared his throat, commanding everyone’s attention. He was eager to uncover what exactly Kathy had communicated to Tony, and his gesture signaled that the conversation was about to shift.
“Lord Troy, what did Kathy say to you?” asked Frances
Lord Troy shifted in his seat, his voice low and distant. “I don’t want to talk about it. All I got to say is that she didn’t kill Noah—it was the rogue. We should close the case and leave it alone.” His words hung heavy in the air, silencing the whispers and prompting everyone to exchange uneasy glances, uncertain whether to press further or respect his reluctance.
Anthony noticed that Alpha Tony looked visibly shaken after his brief exchange with Kathy, but kept his thoughts to himself as the meeting pressed on. While everyone was busy discussing the ongoing issues with the other pack and voicing their concerns to Lord Frances, no one returned to the subject of Tony's call or questioned Tory about what had transpired. The matter hung silently between them, overshadowed by the more urgent pack disputes now dominating the conversation.
Kathy P.O.V
Kathy stirred the Creamy Cajun Shrimp Pasta one final time, making sure the sauce coated every curl of pasta and each plump shrimp. She portioned out generous servings into bowls, setting aside two for Anthony and Frances in the fridge, knowing they’d appreciate a warm meal after a long night. Instead of the formal dining room, she set the kitchen’s cozy table, arranging plates and silverware with care. From the wine fridge, she chose a bottle of Honeywine, its golden hue promising a sweet finish to their meal.
With a soft smile, Kathy handed her apron to the servant and asked quietly, “Please let the ladies know dinner is ready.” She wiped down the counters, tidied the kitchen, and took a moment to admire the inviting table, where the wine glistened in its glasses beside the steaming pasta.
Soon, the ladies arrived, wheel the babies nestled in bassinets. Their eyes widened at the sight of the fragrant meal and the special wine set out for them. Soft words of appreciation filled the air as they settled around the table, enveloped in the warmth and hospitality that Kathy had so thoughtfully prepared.
Kathy smiled, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “Yes, I did. I wanted to make something special for everyone tonight.” Her voice carried a quiet pride, and the ladies exchanged grateful glances, appreciating the extra care she’d shown. “Anthony and Frances won’t come home until late I left some for them in the fridge for them,”
One of the ladies smiled at Kathy and said, “We were wondering what happened to you. The babies are fed and sleeping, so we thought you might be taking a moment for yourself.” Her tone was gentle, filled with understanding and appreciation for Kathy’s efforts.
Everyone settles into their chairs, and Grace guides the bassinet toward Kathy, who gazes at the peacefully sleeping babies, they all sampled the food, complimenting Kathy, who, unable to join them in the wine due to breastfeeding the twins, sips sparkling water.