Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 228

This whole party was so over the top, all for the biggest pain in our ass. The upcoming Alpha, or potentially if he played his cards right. The way he was going that could still be in question. He may be doing all that was asked of him, but I still did not trust that fucker.

Seeing my girls enjoying themselves meant the world to me. One mated, and having had a little chat with Bailey, maybe the other one too if she played her cards right. Though, how that miserable Beta had managed to charm her, I had no clue. I am surprised he knew how to smile, let alone sweet talk a lady. But, listening to Morgan, he was doing a good job, and he was quite taken with Bailey. I was not going to complain about that, anything had to be better than Miles fucking Davenport. But, a decent and honest Beta? Hell, yeah, I would not argue with that.

“The girls look happy, don’t they?” My wife, Brianna, asked me, as she sat herself down alongside me. “Morgan hasn’t stopped smiling since she arrived.”

I chuckled. “Think we were like that once upon a time, Bre-Bre.” I winked at her affectionately. “The joy of the matebond, right?”

“Hmmm.” She smiled back at me just as sweetly. “Until you have been together so long, even their breathing gets on your nerves?” she teased and I laughed.

“Ah we don’t tell them that bit.” I warned her. “It’s all sunshine and unicorn farts right now, let them keep thinking that.”

“Unicorn farts?” she exclaims with a smile. “You couldn’t just say rainbows?”

I chuckled. “Where would the fun be in that?” I shrugged.

‘Zac, Sam and Dean?’ I mindlinked three of our older warriors. ‘Need you in the corridor of the packhouse, on clean-up. But also need you to keep this quiet, please.’

‘Got it.’ Zac confirmed almost immediately.

‘On my way.’ Dean agreed soon after, and with that I didn't wait for the third response before I continued on my way, knowing I could trust those guys to deal with it. And I was soon at the Alpha office door, barging my way in, to find a hell of a scene. The first thing I saw, and most certainly did not want to see, was a naked Miles, so I flung the shorts I had grabbed from the laundry room straight at him, allowing him to cover himself up. Not that he seemed to care in the slightest, he was on display to the whole room. About right for the egotistical sick little fucker.