When I awoke the next the morning, Baen was standing over me.
"Good morning," he smiled.
"Cavendish...." I growled. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm now your secretary," he shrugged. "We have an official supreme beta and now we need to find him a mate."
I laughed aloud. "You're shitting me..."
Baen shook his head. "I wish I was. The last thing I want to do is interview love struck grasping females."
I knew more about Baen than others did. This indeed would be torture for him.
"Where am I going to interview them?" I rubbed my eyes.
"First, we are on progress to Australia. We will start in the east and work our way west."
"Oh nice! It'll be spring," I sat up. "Arthur is entrusting this to me?"
"He's going as well," Baen pulled out his phone. "We are leaving soon on the jet so step too, my lady."
"Baen...."
"I know, you will gut me where I stand," he smirked sheepishly. "I only wish to serve though. You know I always have the best of intentions."
Within thirty minutes I was ready. I did not dress fancifully. I threw on a red tracksuit and sneakers. Arthur always had my outfits planned by a professional when I had an event.
I had gone through three stylists before Arthur had approved of the outfits the fourth one chose. Of course she was in her fifties and dressed me as if I were as well.
I brought along books for the trip that would keep me occupied, or at least keep my brain occupied and my nerves from tearing me apart. The news of my pregnancy has thrown me into an existential crisis. I did not want to lose Arthur's attention so soon. Part of me resented my condition.
When Baen and I boarded, I noticed the openness of the cabin. There were two tables with plush sofa like seats on either side of them.
"At least the brute likes to travel in style," I murmured taking a seat and plopping my bag in the isle.
As I dove into my books Arthur was in a constant struggle with his uncle who seemed to undermine his choices.
"So you're acting English now?" The grey haired man said as Arthur put documents in his leather satchel. He carried along with him a list of potentials for Emory.
"Can we get to the problem? I have a flight to catch," Arthur growled not even looking up to man who raised him.
"You're taking the jet? A commercial flight is not good enough for his royal highness?" The older man snapped.
"It is an eighteen hour flight and I want Lilly to be comfortable," Arthur huffed as he closed his computer and threw his satchel over his shoulder. "Are you done now?" He looked up silver eyes glowing.
"At least once she's pregnant you'll stop all this wooing," his uncle grumbled. "I did not bring you up to catering to some woman. When one of my wives was carrying, I sent her away. Out of sight out of mind."
"That's your queen you are talking about and I'll have you respect her. As it is she's already pregnant but I'm keeping that to us. She does not know yet. So this information does not leave this room."
"Then why are you taking the jet?" His uncle seemed confused. "She's done her duty, you not longer have to carry on this act."
Arthur slammed his fist on the desk but quickly reeled in his emotions.
"Look..." Arthur sighed. "You are my mother's brother, you raised me and have served the Scottish pack for years. It's time for you to retire and enjoy your life."
"Are you dismissing me lad?"
"Aye I am."
"Then let it be on your head." Was the last thing the older man said before he left Arthur's office.
The supreme alpha knew his choices would not be palatable for everyone. There was no way to make everyone happy. He just hoped there weren't too many casualties.