Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0137

Sitting at my desk sorting through yet more papers for Caleb. Who knew an Alpha had so much paperwork to do? Thankfully, the baby had arrived now, but I had done the decent thing and told Caleb to take a couple more weeks off to allow him to spend some time at home with his family. Bond with his new baby, Freya, and allow Eden some time to rest with Caleb at home to help, though no doubt she would see it as having him under her feet.

Even once he was back at work, she would be inundated with offers of help, but still, I wanted him to have that chance to spend time with his new pup. Those first few weeks are ones you never have the chance to get back, or so I am told... But, at least, I know I am getting close to the end of having this additional pressure upon me.

Zion is in desperate need of a run. But, I have had to cut my daily runs short these last few days with the amount of work that needed doing because I didn't want to leave Caleb with a stack of work to return to. Though I was finding it increasingly harder to focus. My mind so often drifts to Isla... and now Bailey too. But, I couldn't solve this thing with Bailey and gain the answers I needed because she seemed unwilling to talk to me. So, I simply buried my head within the work and did what I did best and avoided people.

While sitting at my desk, the phone rang, which always confused me, which likely sounds ridiculous, because obviously that is what telephones are for, to take calls, but everyone in the pack can mindlink, so we so often use that instead, rather than using the phone, so phone calls are rare unless they are external. So I answered, truly not having the energy to deal with talking to others.

"Hello, Autumn Valley Pack, Beta Asher speaking, how can I help?" I said, trying my hardest to sound polite, they would have to make do with that. Cheerful was outside of my abilities, especially today.

"Ah Beta Asher, just the person, or Alpha Caleb, but you will do." A voice said, and the moment they spoke, I recognized it as the annoying father of Bailey. Wonderful. I was tired. Over worked, and over stressed. The last thing I needed to be dealing with was this over-excitable fool.

Nothing like insulting me either, with the 'You will do' statement, was there? Eurgh... I wish I hadn't answered the phone now...

'Should have gone for a run like I asked you to.' Zion snarled, he was getting really snappy of late.

'Hmm, wish I had.'

'Hang up then and go.' He growls. But I ignore him, pushing him back, before he tries to take over, or else he would force a shift and I would be running through the packhouse destroying everything in my wake in my wolf form.

"What is it I can help with?" I forced myself to ask, cutting conversation with Zion.

"I wanted to see how Bailey is doing." Her Dad asked, and I couldn't help but wonder why the hell he didn't just call her himself. She was his daughter after all.

"And you can't ask her that yourself?" I spoke my thoughts, not caring if he liked it or not.

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"See you have got even happier since I left." He said with a hint of sarcasm, cheeky fucker. "But, I don't want to be pestering her, and not

only that we have a lot going on int

our pack, and I know if I call she will be wanting to know about it all, and then she will be worried about all that. I just want her to be enjoying her new job. I don't expect you to understand, you big buffoon, you aren't a father, but I worry about her." He says, but the thing is, I think I do understand. Because, the truly irritating thing is, I worry about her too...

"May I ask if things are improving in your pack?" I said, urging him to share the information. Hoping it may answer some of the many questions bouncing around inside of my own mind.

"No, you may not."

"Figured as much. So, I assume you don't want to know that someone in your pack called Bailey then?" I hinted at knowing some information, in the hope it might make him a little more willing to share information with me.

"What?" he snapped. "Are you being serious, Beta? And how would you know that?"

"Because she was sitting with me when the call came through. She would not tell me what was happening, but I am concerned for your daughter, Beta Donovan." I told him.

"Do you know who it was?" he

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demanded, but I don't let the tone of his voice anger me, because in truth, if I was in his situation I know I would sound equally as angry, if not more so. He wanted to protect Bailey. And, despite the awkwardness between us, so did I.

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"No, sadly I do not, as she ran off. Unwilling to give any information. But he was quite aggressive. His words sounded nasty. And they upset her. I ask that you consider calling her, to see if she will open up to you, because she would not open up to me. And, I assume you will not tell me the issues she is facing, so I may be able to help?" I said with a sigh.