knows its mate and has claimed her. The man is a few steps behind but catching up fast. It’s done, and it can’t be undone. She might not feel the same, and if she leaves…I’ll never mate again. It’s as simple as that.
“It’s going,” he said to throw her off the scent. “What brought you upstairs?”
“We got word there’s another party happening tonight somewhere in Buckhead. No specifics this time. I milked our contacts, but that’s all they’ve got. Though it won’t be hard to narrow the search area once the drugs start flowing.”
“Any updates on the teens?”
“Abbott has them stabilized, but he says he needs a sample of unaltered roach saliva for any hope of an antidote. The magic used to create the compound has corrupted it too far.”
“We have to hunt.” That’s what she meant. “Do we have any leads on potential Martian Roaches?”
“Nope.” She busied herself in the kitchen while he changed. “They up and vanished.” She lowered her voice. “Probably after they heard themselves being referred to as Martian Roaches.”
Midas cut her a sharp look that warned her to leave Hadley’s unique naming conventions alone.
“Personally,” she said, ignoring him, “I would have gone with one of the classics. Nasties works just fine for me. Big nasty as the singular.”
“Hadley loves the classics, hence the name Martian Roach.”
“Hadley is a flaming geek, hence the name Martian Roach.”
Midas chuckled, unable to deny it. “We’ll hit the party tonight, see what we can learn.”
The sellers wouldn’t disclose the product’s origin to buyers, not only to avoid competition should anyone decide to create their own supply, but to prevent the instinctive recoil that came from learning where this newest high originated.
Hardcore users wouldn’t care, but it was hard to dress up roach spit for the high-end clientele.
“All right.” Ares followed him into the hall and then the elevator. “Do you remember things getting this screwy while Linus was holding the reins?”
A warning growl tickled the back of his throat. “What are you implying?”
“Just making conversation.”
“The coven isn’t Hadley’s fault.”
“I’m not saying it is.” She drummed her fingers on the rail behind her. “The timing concerns me, is all.”
“I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.” The drink Hadley made him was pure sugar, and it didn’t count as far as his carnivorous other half was concerned. “Get to the point.”
“Predators can sense a power vacuum waiting to open, and they’re happy to fill it.”
A shock jolted his system. “You think she can’t handle the role?”
“I like Hadley. I do.” She exhaled. “But she’s dragging the pack deeper and deeper into her troubles, and that can be viewed as a sign of weakness. We were never called upon to aid the previous potentates, but we’re at her beck and call. Any outsiders who pick up on that might consider her easy prey.”
“She’s not.” As much as his protective instincts screamed at him to keep her safe, she was a predator, the same as him. “Anyone who tries her will learn it too.”
“What about anyone who attempts to get to her through you or the pack?”
“Where is this coming from?” He mashed the button to stop the elevator between floors. “What’s wrong?”
“Liz is pregnant.” Her hand clenched on the bar behind her. “We’ve been trying for years with donors from her species and mine, and now it’s happened at the absolute worst time.”
“The alpha’s duty is to put their pack before themselves and their own happiness.”
“God.” She ducked her head. “I didn’t mean…”
“You want me to give up Hadley.”
“I don’t want Liz to get hurt in the war that’s brewing. I don’t want to lose this baby either.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “It would kill Liz. She’s five months in, just starting to show. How can I ask her to risk it?”
“I never wanted to be beta. I always thought Lethe would lead the pack when Mom stepped down.” Midas straightened from his lean and hit the button. “I’ve never wanted this, and now I can’t escape it.” He exited the second the booth hit the lobby. “Don’t ask me to give up the one thing I’ve chosen for myself.”
Hadley, still in her pajamas, waited to get on with her arms loaded down with boxes. She must have been called downstairs for a delivery after he left.
“What is all that?” He noticed the label as he reached for the topmost boxes. “Inventory?”
“I got it.” She sidestepped him, ignoring Ares, and got in the elevator. “Later.”