Reclaiming Quinn - Parker Williams Page 0,23
striding across the lobby toward him. Now Quinn knew something was wrong.
“Alpha!”
Heads turned in their direction, and Quinn winced. When Lyram got to him, he clutched Quinn and pulled him into a hug.
“Where have you been? Everyone has been worried sick.”
“No, my master. He’s—”
“He’s fine. He’s up in the room waiting for you.”
Oh, how Quinn wanted to believe that. “No, he’s not. Something is wrong.”
Quinn’s gaze darted through the lobby and landed on something familiar.
“Master’s chair.” He pulled away from Lyram and made a beeline for it. “Where did you get this?” he demanded of the man behind the desk.
“Someone left it out on the sidewalk. Why? Is it yours? It’s not safe to—”
“Where’s the man who was in it?” Quinn shrieked.
“Quinn, stop.” Lyram put a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down.”
His voice washed over Quinn, tamping down his fear but not quelling it.
“Something’s wrong, I know it is.”
“Let’s go upstairs. Deke is probably waiting.”
Quinn spun on his heel, anger surging through him. No one was listening! “Without his chair? How the hell do you think he got up there?”
When he realized he’d just mouthed off to his Alpha, Quinn wilted.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can feel your fear. We’ll figure this out. Let’s go upstairs.”
“I don’t have my key.” He fluttered his hands. “I left in a hurry and…. Please, Alpha, I’m scared.”
Lyram slid an arm over Quinn’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”
He went to the desk where a young man was standing, staring down at a computer screen. He peered up as they approached, and his eyes went wide when he saw Lyram.
“Can I help you, sir?”
It was obvious the guy was taken with Lyram. His cheeks flushed and his nostrils flared.
“We need a key to Deke Simmons’s room.”
The man bit his lip. “Oh, I’m sorry, but we don’t—”
“Now.”
Quinn could feel the waves of command from Lyram, and even he shuddered. The guy behind the desk? Oh, he had no chance at all. His hands trembled as he grabbed two keycards and coded them, then slid them across the desk to Lyram.
“Is there anything else, sir?”
“I want you to contact your security department. Earlier there was a man in a wheelchair in your lobby. Somehow his chair was still there, but he wasn’t. I want to know if anyone talked to him, and I need that information yesterday. When you have it, call the room and let me know what you’ve found.”
“Right away, sir.”
With his arm still around Quinn, Lyram guided him to the elevator. Once the doors opened, they stepped inside.
“You’ll have to push the button. I don’t know which room you’re in.”
Quinn’s hand trembled when he reached up and pressed their floor. This was all going so wrong. Master was missing and… wait.
“Alpha, I mean no disrespect, but why are you here?”
Lyram stared straight ahead, his gaze locked on the mirrored panels. “Gareth called. He and Sean are on their way here.”
Sean was coming? And Gareth?
“What about the babies?”
“Their nanny is taking them to Lydon. They’re under guard by eight men, and Gareth still doesn’t think that’s enough.”
The doors opened onto the hall, and Quinn led Lyram to the room. Once they entered, the pressure on Quinn caused him to whimper.
“Master.”
“We’ll find him, Quinn. I promise you that.”
“I thought I heard his voice, you know? He said he was doing it to keep me safe. I don’t understand. That doesn’t make sense. I’m no one important. If they wanted me, he should have just let them have me.”
Lyram rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Has Deke told you you’re not a slave?”
“Yes, Alpha. Many times.”
“And you don’t believe it why?”
Quinn ran a hand over his stomach but didn’t reply.
“Oh, I see. Has Deke or anyone from Lydon marked you?”
“No, Alpha. Well, Alpha Gareth did when I joined the pack, but that wasn’t the same.”
“Exactly.” Lyram walked to the window and stared out at the city below. “Deke cares for you, and not as a slave. Surely you have to have figured that out.”
“I think he does, but I can’t understand why.”
“Because you’re pack. Isn’t that enough?” Lyram turned, and Quinn saw the barely contained anger simmering beneath the surface. “Any of us would die for you, Quinn. Caleb almost died for Sean.”
“I know, and that doesn’t make sense to me.” He walked to the minibar, desperate for something to do. “Would you like something to drink?”
“If there’s a juice there, I would appreciate it.”
Quinn pulled out two orange juices and handed one over to Lyram, who