Claimed by the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 4: Threats

Derek called at eight the following morning, which told me he had not slept and had spent the night working himself up into whatever position he had decided to take.

I let it ring twice before I answered.

"We need to talk," he said. No greeting.

"We have lawyers for that now."

"Not about the divorce. About Axel."

I waited.

"He funds three of my father's business ventures. Has done for years. If he pulls that backing now, the family loses everything inside eighteen months." A pause. "I need you to fix it."

"Fix it."

"You clearly have his attention. Use it. Keep the funding in place and I will make sure the divorce settlement is generous. You could walk away with something real."

The nerve of it settled over me slowly.

"And if I don't?"

"Then I fight the divorce on every front I have. You will remember that everything of real value is in my mother's name. The house, the accounts, all of it. You could end up with nothing after three years of keeping this family afloat. That is not a threat, Mel. It is just how things are structured."

He ended the call.

I sat on the edge of the hotel bed and looked at the carpet for a moment. Then I got up, got dressed, and went to work, because I had never once solved a problem by sitting inside it.

The day was long and the work needed enough concentration to keep everything else at arm's length, which was exactly what I needed. I was in the car park beneath the office building at quarter past seven, keys in hand, when I heard footsteps behind me.

"I heard about the call."

I turned. Axel stood at the entrance to the car park in a dark coat, hands in his pockets, the wolf on his right hand catching the fluorescent light.

"Do you have someone monitoring my phone?" I asked.

"Derek called my office this afternoon looking for a meeting. He was not subtle about why." He walked toward me, not hurrying. "I wanted to talk to you before you made any decisions based on what he told you."

"You could have called."

"You did not answer Ryker's call last night."

"Ryker called to say something cryptic and then hang up. That is different from a conversation."

Something moved at the corner of his mouth. "Fair point."

He stopped a few feet away and looked at me directly in the way I was beginning to understand was simply how he looked at people, with the full weight of his attention and nothing performed around it.

"I am removing the funding regardless of what you decide," he said. "That was already in motion before yesterday. Derek's father has been misusing those investments for two years and I have been building the case to pull out properly. What Derek told you this morning was a manipulation. He wanted you to believe you had power over the outcome so he could use your attempt to help as leverage against you later. That is how he operates."

I took that in. "So my walking away with nothing is still the most likely outcome."

"Not necessarily." He reached into his coat and produced a folded document. "I had my legal team put something together this morning. I want to propose an arrangement."

I looked at the document but did not take it. "What kind of arrangement?"

"A formal one. Six months of public association. You are seen with me at the events that matter in the circles where Derek and his family do business. My being beside you closes every door they might try to use against you publicly. In that same period the removal of my funding takes full effect and the family's financial position becomes clear to everyone who needs to see it." He held the document out again. "In return I compensate you fully for every year of financial support you gave that family. With interest."

"You are asking me to perform a relationship."

"I am asking you to let me undo some of the damage they did. The arrangement gives both of us cover for the next six months while the real work happens."

I looked at him for a moment. "What do you get from it?"

"The satisfaction of watching Derek Slade face the consequences of what he has done." A pause. "And six months in your company, which I do not consider a hardship."

I almost said yes. The logic was clean and the offer was genuine. Then I thought about three red pairs of eyes in a dining room and a single word spoken in one voice, and Ryker's call, and the fact that I still did not fully understand what I was dealing with.

"I need to know what happened in that dining room," I said. "Before I agree to anything."

Axel was quiet for a moment. "That is a longer conversation."

"Then start it."

He looked at me steadily. Then he nodded once. "Not here. Let me take you somewhere we can talk properly and I will tell you what you need to know. All of it."

I was about to answer when I heard something behind me. Not footsteps. The specific sound of someone who has been waiting and has decided they are done waiting.

I turned.

The man was large and unfamiliar and moving fast from the shadow of a pillar and I had about one second to register all of that before Axel moved.

He was between me and the man before I had fully processed that he had moved at all. The speed of it was not possible and yet it happened, and what followed was brief and decisive and left the man on the ground without Axel appearing to have exerted much effort. He stood over him completely still and not breathing hard.

The wolf on the back of his hand looked darker than it had a minute ago.

He turned to me. His eyes were not red. They were the same steady dark they had been the whole time we were talking. But something in them had shifted in the few seconds it had taken him to cross that distance, something that was not anger but sat in the same neighbourhood.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No," I managed.

He looked at me for a moment. Then he pulled out his phone and made a call that lasted under thirty seconds and was made up of a location and four words. Clean it up now.

He put his phone away and looked at me again.

"Derek?" I asked.

"Almost certainly." His voice was even. "He wanted leverage before the divorce proceedings went any further. This was meant to frighten you into going along, not to seriously hurt you. That does not make it acceptable."

I looked at the man on the ground and then at Axel and then at the document still in his hand.

Three years of being managed and talked down and told I was not enough for a family I had been funding with my own work. Derek's voice on the phone that morning. The easy certainty that I could be moved around on a board he controlled.

I took the document from Axel's hand.

"Six months," I said. "Strictly professional. No feelings, no complications, nothing that has not been agreed to in writing."

"Agreed."

"And you tell me everything. About the dining room, about your brothers, about all of it. No more half conversations."

"Everything," he said. "When you are ready to hear it."

I folded the document and put it in my bag. My hands were steady. I was surprised to find that they were.

"I am ready now," I told him.

He studied me for a moment with that full, direct attention.

Then he said, "My car is outside. I will drive."

I followed him out of the car park and into whatever came next, knowing I was walking into something I did not yet have the language for, and knowing equally well that standing still was no longer something I was willing to do.