The Sigma's Reluctant Mate novel Chapter 6

I pick up my phone and dial Dad.

“Ah, Keller, my baby boy. Jensen said you hooked one already.” I can hear the pride in his voice when he picks up.

“Two actually. They’re twins.” I correct him, feeling good about the acquisition. “Keep them together if you can. I sort of promised them.”

“Twins!” he exclaims. “Haha! They’re way more valuable together than separate. Definitely keeping them together. Good job, son.”

“Thanks, Dad.” I can’t help but smile at the rare compliment from my old man, even if I feel like a slimeball.

“I’m putting a little extra in your account as we speak, and I want you to take the rest of the day off,” he starts off happy, but his tone quickly changes, “but first, I have other things to discuss with you.”

“What’s up, Dad?” There’s always a catch with my dad.

“Mom and I have been talking. We decided it’s a good time for me to think about retirement.” He sounds serious now. “That means I’m most likely going to be handing the business over to Jensen if he can get his shit together. Ideally, I’d put you in charge, but we want you to keep focusing on looking for your mate.”

“Dad, can you please let it go already? If my mate was out there somewhere, I would have found her by now.” I let my head fall onto the headrest. “Please don’t make me work for Jensen. You’ve worked hard and his dumb ass is going to run your business into the ground.”

“Well, unless by some miracle you find her by the new year, I already decided,” he sounds defeated. “See you at Sunday dinner, Keller. Enjoy the rest of your day off.”

He hangs up the phone before I can protest. I look at the dark screen and consider calling Mom, but Dad just said she’s the one that wants him to retire, so I won’t get anywhere trying to talk to her.

“You smell like shit. The sigma smell is disgusting.” My wolf, Rocky, snarls. He’s not great with words, but you work with what the Moon Goddess deals you.

“They smell like that because they’re homeless, Rocky. You can’t be mad at them. They can’t help it.” I try to stop him from judging these poor girls. He huffs at me, but doesn’t argue.

Normally, I spend warm Saturday nights rounding up sigmas. The sigmas who work as prostitutes are easier to find on Saturday after the sun goes down.

Now that I have the night off, it seems like a good time to get away from homeless, drug addict werewolves. I should spend time with my best friends who are human. That means it’s a strip club night… maybe a human bar after. Human bar means a good chance of hooking up with a couple of human females. It sounds like a perfect night, the more I think about it.

I pull out my phone and send a group chat message.

Keller: Angel’s Club in two hours. My treat.

Jasper: You don’t have work?

Keller: I got the night off.

Sam: Don’t have to ask me twice. See you there.

Keller: Jas, you in?

Jasper: I’m in.

I message the manager of our favorite strip club to secure a VIP spot and a few girls for us. I know it won’t be a problem. Our family names get us in the door anywhere we want to go and our wallets are more than welcome once we get there.

“Dude, how’d you get out of work on a Saturday?” My best friend, Jasper, asks when I hand the valet my keys.