Chapter 22

Christal was already cleaning away their lunch. Cursing, he watched her pack everything as the men of the collective alphas walked off the elevator. He counted five men. They were not all there. In fact, he saw at least one missing. Riley was the name, the one who had forced the issue of John’s outlawed status.

“Too late.”

“Dick, I see you’ve already informed John of our visit.”

John recognized the man who spoke as Charles, one of the oldest men of the group. He didn’t look a day over forty, but John knew he was close to seventy years of age.

“What warning? Dick was arranging to come to my house for dinner tonight. Christal’s an amazing cook, and he is always looking for an excuse to visit.” He gave Dick a pointed look, entering the office. Christal stood by his desk with a smile plastered to her face.

The five men entered his office as Dick took a seat.

“I’ll see you at home tonight. I’ll do my famous chicken curry,” Christal said. She was nervous. Reaching out, he held her face, sla