After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Ala sat primly in front of the table, hands folded in her lap, nodding along as if she were actually listening to the two deltas before her. Not as high ranking as betas but not as low as gammas or omegas either.

They were going on about some sort of trouble…what was it? Ayla couldn’t rightly remember. Something bout a thief. Public safety. An issue like this was perfect for a Luna to attend to.

With Lucas the new President, overseeing all the packs, he didn’t have as much time for the Wind Wolf Pack anymore. So Ayla decided to do what Elaine would have done. Even if her mind was more preoccupied with thoughts of Lucas.

These deltas just kept droning on and on…

…a quarter of a million worth of product,” the delta said.

Ayla blinked. “Oh. Wow. That is quite a lot.” She should have been listening better. “Good job! Quire the profit.”

The delta blinked. “Quarter of a million was stolen!”

Ayla opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. “Oh, right. Yes, of course. Have you alerted the local authorities?”

The delta bristled, hands curling into fists against the stable. “Have you not been listening? No one is doing anything about this! Where is our Alpha?”

“Now hold on a minute!” Ayla snapped, standing up. “Our Alpha has matters far beyond your station to worry about. I will send over a squad of warriors to help you investigate into this matter at once.”

That seemed to settle the room quickly. The delta tilted her head before nodding once.

“Alright. That’s acceptable,” she said, then stood up.

“By the end of the day, you should have all the help you need to solve this problem,” Ayla said, then motioned the delta out. She smiled. This was a lot easier than she thought it would be.

She spent the next hour resolving issues left and right. A few dispatched wolves here, some money to appease over there. Simple. Easy.

What made Elaine so special? Ayla could do this job in her sleep.

By the end of the day, she’s sitting with Lucas on the couch. The TV is on, but Lucas is more focused on the papers in front of him. Ayla frowns.

“You’re always so busy,” she says.

Lucas grunts in response.

“I helped clear up so much work for you today. You should relax a little bit,” Ayla said. “Twenty cases. Solved.”