Mated to My Ex's Lycan King Dad Chapter 108

Grace

The man's words echoed through me. I stumbled and swayed. My mind whirled. They were coming.

If you give them the chance, they will.

I dropped the phone. Had I given them the chance to kill me? My kids... Where was the bomb going? How soon would it be here?

"Hello?" Eason asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "Where? What highway?"

He was on the phone and the sight of it infuriated me.

I grabbed for the phone. "Call your terrorist boyfriend and--"

Eason shoved me, or something shoved me off my feet. I flew back into a wall and groaned. I heard Amira gasp.

"Fuck the arrest call. Get a unit on that highway immediately. Barricades, firing range, stop that van at all costs. Do you have any idea who drove it out?"

I grunt, trying to push off the wall as I felt something pop. Eason was scribbling something down.

"Get their families coralled if they're still in the city. Detain them and pump them for information. Them and all known associates. Stopping the van is first order. Whoever can be spared from the main patrols."

He hung up and glared at me. "Are you fucking happy?"

My jaw trembled. "I just... people were hurt. They needed medical attention--"

"And you thought, let me undermine Charles and send a Mooncrest police van out with the medics--"

"I'm alpha. It was my call."

"Tell that to whoever gets blown up."

I blinked back tears. "It was just a maybe."

"No, you were just having a tantrum. What was it, Grace? He said something you didn't like? Told you have no idea what you're doing and to listen?"

"I don't have to listen to you."

"You don't," Eason said. "And I damn sure don't have to listen to you either, but I do, and all I've heard you do is whine, complain, cry, blame everyone else under the sun, and think that somehow the little bit of contrition you've pretended to show is enough."

"I was just doing what I thought was right."

"No, you were doing what you wanted. Just like always..." He sighed and shook his head, crossing the room to open the cooler again. "Ruined my fucking shirt... You know, when you said you weren't running, did you think just being in the city was enough? Did you think that running physically was all?"

He tore open a popsicle. "All this mental escapism shit is going to get someone hurt--killed at the rate you're going. You want to do what's best: listen to people who have more experience than you, use your fucking head for more than lab work, and be fucking present."

I set my jaw. "You should have written a better speech, I guess."

Eason scoffed. "Unbelievable."

He went back to his laptop. "One day, Grace, karma is going to come for you and there won't be anyone to save you from it. No one to turn to because you've burned every bridge to ashes and can't even apologize."

He scowled shoving the popsicle in his mouth. It was already melting as if the inside of his mouth was a furnace. He tipped his head back trying to drink the melting liquid.

"Amira," Eason said. "If you would, bring Alpha Wolfe her laptop so she can contribute something but more fuck ups to all this?"

Amira slipped out of the door as Eason glared at me.

"Sit in a fucking chair." I didn't move for a second, but soon after, Amira came back with her laptop and mine.

"Thank you," Eason said, panting heavily.

She darted back out after setting my laptop on the table. I sat at it. I stared at the screen not knowing what to do or say.

"Log in, open the citizen records, and search these names," Eason said giving me the page. "We need addresses for places of work and home, them and all of their children."

I blinked and didn't move.

"Or don't," Eason said. "And start planning what to put on Charles' fucking headstone, your choice."

My heart lurched. My hand trembled and I opened the laptop, typing out the names as I could. My mind was blurry and foggy. My stomach churned.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because your could-be fucking husband is chasing the van right now, well within a bomb's detonation radius," Eason said, picking up his phone.

I turned from the computer and pulled out my phone, frantically dialing Charles' number. There was no way he was doing something like that. Didn't he have units of Enforcers to do that? My heart racing as each tone rang out. No answer. My worry deepened. The guilt was mounting alongside the refusal to believe it.

"You're lying to me," I gasped. "Charles--"

The phone on the table rang, and Eason hit the speaker button as he continued to type on his laptop. His fingers moved almost too fast to see.

"Charles?" I asked hopefully.

"Frank, actually," his gruff voice said. "We got word about the van. We've got a barricade set up, but there was an explosion inside the forest around where the exit point for the van should have been."

My stomach lurched. Panic surged through me. Charles had been right about Blood Moon using the police van to try to get a bomb to Mooncrest, and now, maybe he was...

He was...

"Well, go investigate!" I said. "There are people--"

"If you'd let me finish," Frank said. "There's a barrier around the area. Looks like an Enforcer stasis barrier. We have sights on it, but the fire's going down at a quick rate, so there shouldn't be a forest fire problem."

Did he really think I gave a damn about a forest fire right now? I felt sick. I needed to know more to understand the situation. My mind was spinning with fear. I tried to call Charles again, but there was no answer again."Thanks for the update," Eason said. "Have you heard from the other highway outposts?"

"That's actually why I called. It wasn't just Pear Valley they attacked. Overnight, it looks like the Enforcers set up a perimeter of outposts. Was there only the one police van being sent out?"

Eason's eyes widened, and he looked at me as my stomach dropped.

"I..."

"Grace, just answer," Eason said. "Was there only one?"

I shook my head. I had arranged one for each call for medics. Eason cursed. "No, there are more."

"Shit," Frank said.

"Get a hold of any Enforcer you can," Eason said. "Their communication system is better than phones. Tell them to keep the police escorts there with them."

"What about the wounded?" I asked. "I... I'm not sure if there were enough medics."

"I'll get the Enforcers on alert. Call Michael about getting more medics out there."

He hung up. Eason stared at me. "Call the volunteer clinics."

I blinked and grabbed the phone on the table to start making the calls to find medics. Eason passed the list to Amira, who typed almost as fast as he did as Eason took his phone into the hallway to make a different set of calls.

I pressed the heel of my palms to my eyes as I got to the volunteer coordinator.

"Yes. We need as many people with medical training as possible to report to Mooncrest Hospital. Someone will be there to pick them up and take them to where they need to go."

I hung up, feeling drained and worried, eyeing my phone to try and make another call to Charles. The phone rang again, keeping me from it.

I answered only to get a different member of the militia on the line.

"Frank called. We have a few people with vans that could carry at least thirty people out while heading out for patrol. Where should we pick up the medics?"

"I don't want anyone from Mooncrest leaving the city in a vehicle," I said firmly.

"Okay... but how are we getting the medics to these outposts? Last I heard, they were a bit tangled up."

"I..." I set my jaw. "You can call them and get them to meet you halfway, somewhere on your patrol route, can't you?"

"We'll try."

He hung up, and I had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't work out the way I hoped.

Why hadn't Charles just given me a better deal?

Eason's laptop let out a warning siren, and he rushed back.

"What does that mean?"

Eason didn't answer as the screen behind him turned on, and he cast his screen to it.

It was Alpha Shadow speaking live again.

He was laughing.

"As if your little apology was enough, your little curfew enough... Did you think the water plants and the warehouses were anything more than a warm-up? How does it feel to have werewolf blood on your hand, Alpha Wolfe? Does it thrill your mixed breed heart?"

I clenched my fists, even as my stomach churned.

"Well, I hope you're ready for the fun that's about to begin. I'll be looking forward to your replacement."

Just as his message concluded, the air shook with an ominous wail.

Eason cursed. "Son of bitch!"

Amira went pale as Eason got to his feet. "Don't just sit there. Get up!"

"What is that?" I asked, clenching my jaw.

"What do you think?" Eason scowled at me. "It's the bomb threat sirens."