Fate's Dark Side Chapter 590

~Leo~

Amelia and Susan cooked a delicious dinner and then served the food at the table together.

I did not need anyone to tell me Amelia was protective of what goes into our stomachs. The fact that she did not trust the Omegas also was a part of it, but I appreciated her efforts.

Devin praised the meal at the table; when it was time for dessert, he was more than willing to dig in.

I could tell he maintained a strong facade for Susan's benefit, and I commended him.

Not wanting Susan to worry was sweet of him, but unlike him, I could not hide what I felt from Amelia. She might not ask, but I knew she knew I was worried. We were connected, so hiding my emotions would be pointless.

"Both of you made this?" Devin asked, tasting the fudge, and Susan smiled.

"Amelia is a professional, and she has decided to take me under her wings," Susan said, smiling gratefully, looking at Amelia and thanking her. It was clear the women had fun in the kitchen.

I wished I could have fun too. Max and Kyle did not join us. They remained at the bungalow.

Knowing the lords were coming made them uncomfortable about staying in the packhouse.

I could understand, but I hoped it would be temporary, and they could sit and talk like Sylvester and me.

After dinner, Devin and I returned to the lounge to wait for Alexei.

Alexei arrived at ten in the night. I wondered why it took so long, but I knew he would elaborate once I saw him.

Casper brought them to the packhouse lounge, and I did not need to guess why it took long for them to come. The three of them were shirtless, and their shorts seemed stolen. It only meant they had been in a fight.

Clay's hair was white, and he had grey eyes. I figured they were contact lenses.

He was easily six feet six inches and brawny. He also had tattoos that bled to his neck. His face looked more like Amelia's but with harder edges. Had I seen him first, I would have connected the dots.

He greeted me politely and greeted Devin, who seemed reserved.

I could understand Devin's reservations.

Clay was a problem for him in the south, just like Alexei was a problem for me in the east.

The third person with them had brown hair but moon eyes like Amelia's. He wasn't wearing contacts. He seemed six feet two and very muscular with sharp edges.

He also had a tan.

The three of them would have done well in the modelling industry. I offered them seats, and Casper went to get them joggers.

"What happened?" Devin asked, beating me to the question.

"Andrew was being tailed. They attacked us. There were about seven of them. He was lucky he was with us when they found him; he would have been dead," Alexei said, and Clay laughed, and Andrew ruffled his hair. They were relaxed and free.

"Would have faired well if I had your genes," Andrew complained, and Clay laughed at him.

It seemed killing the attackers was easy for the brothers. It made me wonder what they could do.

"Why do they want to kill you, Andrew?" I asked the guy.

"Because they figured I was feeding Clay and Alexei information?" He said quickly, and that was plausible. Not good enough, but reasonable.

"The group split in two, and most of the members that are unrelated to us have either died or left. Some are being hunted. See my attack more as Erik tying up loose ends." Andrew explained.

"What happened in the south?" Devin asked the question that concerned him the most. He wasn't up for pleasantries. They weren't his in-laws.

Alexei raised his palm to plead with Devin to be patient.

"Andrew will tell us everything he knows," Alexei said, and just then, some omegas brought them glasses of juice and spring rolls.

They collected it politely and thanked them.