Chapter 64
Kalen POV
Something must have happened with that woman I saw leaving as I watched Everly leave. She seemed
upset, turning back to Vrian and little Casey. Both were in a mood.
“Poppy, can you get us a drink?” Vrian asked, and I smiled. He looked so much like Valen when he
was his age, his big amber eyes looking back at me reminded me of his father, though Valen had grown
out of his dimples.
“Of course. What would you like?” I asked them both.
“Banana milkshake,” Casey squealed, and I smiled before looking at Vrian, though I had a funny
feeling of what he would ask for before he said it, especially if he was indeed like his father.
“Vani, please,” I nodded, happy I was right before looking around for the servers. Not seeing any, I
spied the bar, which only had a small line.
“Okay, wait here; I will be right back. I am just going over there,” I point the bar out, which was only a
couple of meters away before stepping through the yground’s safety gate. Excited for the day I
nned out to distract the kids.
It kind of reminded me of when I used to take Valen out. Every Sunday was our day. Every Sunday was
an adventure when he was a small boy, always hunting for unknown ces to take him.
I ce the kid’s orders and order them some subs to take with us too, before turning to look back at
them. I waved before realizing they were gone.
Two minutes, if that, I had turned around for only a few moments and they just disappeared. Racing back
to the yground, I searched the tunnels, climbed into the cubbyholes at the top, and checked the
slides. They were gone, and my stomach sank, my heart racing like a drum at the thought of losing them.
“Hey, the kids, the kids that were in here, did you see where they went?” I asked, grabbing a security
guard’s arm. He looked behind me at the yground and shrugged.
“I didn’t see any kids, Alpha Kalen,”
“I want all hotel security looking for a boy and girl. The girl is in a pink dress with, um, um, what is the
name?” I tried to think of the name of that show she liked, the one Valenined about. “Trolls, it’s a
pink troll’s dress, the boy a light blue button-up shin and navy cks,” the guard stans rattling off their
descriptions across his radio before
turning to me. “Their names?”
“Casey and Vrian,” I tell him scanning the wine the gardens for any trace of them. How could I lose
them, and why would they leave?
“And whose kids are they are?”
” My grandkids just fucking find them,” I snapped, darting off and yanking my phone from my pocket. My
hands shook as I punched in the numbers, I dial my son’s number again, missing a couple of numbers in
my haste as I ran through the foyer, looking for any sign of them. I manage to dial the correct numbers a
few secondster, scanning the ce while I wait for my son to answer.
“What’s up?” My stomach sank at the thought of what I was about to tell him, and I felt sick like I was
about to throw up. Everly, and he would never trust me again. My heart
thudded painfully against my ribs, so hard I was at serious risk of heart attack. Do these kids not realize I
am old? I can’t get a fright like this.
“I lost them, I lost the kids,”
“What do you mean, you lost them?” my son snapped, his voice slightly hysterical.
“They were right there, then I went to get them a milkshake, and I turned around. They were gone,” I
panicked, racing through the restaurants and bars, looking for them.
“They couldn’t have gone far; I am on my way.” Valen replies.
“Okay, I will ring Everly,” I tell him, dreading that call.
“No, let’s see if we can find them first. They couldn’t have left the hotel,” Valen says, hanging up.
I had every member of avable staff looking for them, the entire security personnel was searching, and
even a few police has showed up to help me search the damn ce when a call came over the radio.
“Found them. They were in the kitchens hiding,” A chef calls over the radio. The immense relief I felt
could not be exined as I made my way to their location. Pulling my phone out, I called my son back to
let him know, and he told me he was nearly here. No doubt to rouse at the kids for hiding on me. Wal
king into the kitchens, both kids were sitting on milk crates, the chef standing over them with his arms
folded not looking impressed.
“I caught them tampering with the mayor’s wife’s food,” the chef tells me, and I put my hand on my hips.
“Well, haven’t you two been up to mischief,” I asked them.
“She was mean to my mum,” Vrian huffs, and I tilt my head.
“Who was?”
“Thatdy with the curly hair and pig’s nose,” Vrian said before getting up and walking to the double
doors. He points out a table, and my brows raise. Alpha Nixon’s wife, she was a nasty woman.
“What did she do?” I asked him.
“Said we weren’t wee in here, called us riff-raff,” Vrian says, and I growl.
“You should not have run off like that. You should have told me. Your father is distraught and on his way
here,” I tell him, and he drops his head. The chef watched as I turned to look at him.
“You didn’t serve her the spoiled food?” “No, caught them just in time, sir,” I nod.
“Very well, I will take it to her and make these two apologize,” I tell him, and he nods, handing me a tray
that had escargot on it and a bowl of soup. I give the children a scolding look before noticing a snail in
Casey’s hand and chuckle. “Were you going to put live ones in her food?” Iugh, shaking my head?
“She is the one that wants to eat slugs,” Vrian pouted before ring out the doors at the woman. I
nced around and noticed the chef was busy cooking at the back, and no one was paying attention.
“I saw nothing,” I tell the kids, cing the tray down and turning my back on it.
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“Huh?”
“I saw nothing,” I tell Vrian, nodding toward the snails in Casey’s hands. She pulls more from her
pocket. How many did this kid stow away? Vrian giggles when a waitress notices, and I nod to her.
She nces at the table number on the tray before looking out the door and pressing her lips in a line as
she snickered.
“I saw nothing either,” she says, sending me a wink.
Grabbing the tray, I see the snails had been reced and one was even swimming around in her soup.
“Allow me,” the server says, and I nce at her name tag. “Thank you, Stacey,” I tell her, handing it to
her. She nods, smiling at the two mischief-makers behind me who were giggling, taking the tray out and
setting it in front of her.
She nods and thanks Stacey while we watch from the kitchens when Valen busts through the doors.
Relief is
clear on his face, and the kids duck behind me, peering up a t him under my arms.
Valen lets out a breath, “You two have some exining to do,” he scolds before being cut off by the shrill
screamsing from the restaurants. I try not tough as I watch the woman spit her food out and jump
back from the table. Valen turned, looking out at themotion while the woman was shrieking and
waving waiter’s over.
The kidsughed behind me, and I erupted and joined them, and my son looked at me before folding his
arms across his chest. “What did you do to the City Mayor’s wife?
“I saw nothing,” I tell him, and he looks at the children.
“Pop said we could,” Vrian snitches and I look away, well I thought it was quite funny.
“I stand by what I said; I saw nothing,” Valen sighs.
“I hope she chokes,” Casey says, pursing her lips and squinting her little eyes at the woman.
“And why is that?” Valen asks her.
“Seems the woman doesn’t like rogues in your hotel, son,” I tell him.
“Good, let’s introduce you both then, shall we?” Valen asks. “She was mean to mum,” Vrian pouts with
teary eyes.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Valen says, holding his hand out to my grandson. If only I had the
balls all those years ago to have Vrie on my arm and by my side. I thought guiltily. I won’t allow my
son to make my mistakes.
“But dad, she is the mayor’s wife,”
“And this city is owned by me and Pop. We elected her husband as mayor, and I can easily remove his
status,” Valen tells him.
“Good, then I want to be the mayor,” Vrian says, and I chuckle.
“Aim higher, my boy. No name holds more power than Sce in this City,” I tell him, and he looks up at
me with a sparkle in his eyes. Oh, he would be a terrific Alpha one day.