Betrayed by Blood, Claimed by the Alpha

Five years later~

The meeting room hummed with low voices as Cain leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen idly against the table. It had been a long morning of negotiations, and he was just about ready to leave when the doors burst open.

Lydia burst into the room, looking as wild as ever. Hair disheveled, cheeks flushed. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry." She rushed out only to deflate when she realized they were done with the meeting.

Cain merely arched his brows as he stood up from the chair, humming in amusement. "I didn’t expect much punctuality from a newly mated....hovering over each other like bees."

Lydia glared at him, dropping her bags on the table. "Please... like you’re any better." She crossed her arms. "It’s been five years, and not even I, who mated just a month ago, can compare to the obscene amount of PDA you and Avery manage. It’s disgusting."

Cain smirked unapologetically. "You’re just jealous," he said, gathering the things he had gotten earlier that morning.

Lydia’s gaze shot to the things he was carrying, and she shook her head. "Are all of these for Avery?" She asked, and he hummed.

He hummed, checking the load in his arms.

"It’s not enough, right? She’s been complaining so much lately... I just grabbed a few things I thought would help," he said, almost to himself. Then he frowned thoughtfully. "I should get more. Maybe some of those paddings. Or maybe that soft foot massager. She said her feet were killing her yesterday."

"How is she doing? I can imagine how difficult she’s having it." Lydia replied, making a mental note to drop by the next day.

Cain’s expression softened immediately. "She’s stubborn. Keeps trying to do everything herself. But... she’s amazing," he said quietly.