Rescued Alpha (Billionaire Alphas #6) - Skye R. Richmond Page 0,1

to see that.

Quitting his job had probably been a little rash. At least with that, he’d had some kind of purpose, not that he needed the money it had provided now. He had dear-old, never-met-him-before dad to thank for that.

Sure, he’d been comfortable before. Making partner at his firm before he turned thirty did that. Of course his previous income was nothing compared to what the father he’d never known left to him. The man hadn’t claimed any of them in life, but in death, he’d split his estate four ways. He hadn’t really touched the money yet, but it was there. If he was honest, as nice as it was to be able to up and leave his job, the icing on the cake was the fact that he’d also gained three brothers.

So here he was on this journey of self-discovery, trying to find out who he really was.

He wasn’t sure barging in on Aiden’s life was the way to go, but when they’d met at the reading of the will to find out what dear ol’ dad had left them, Aiden had said he could stop by anytime. So, here he was.

When they finally got to the elevator, he turned to Aiden. "You don’t have to walk me all the way out. This place is a maze."

"Are you sure?" Aiden’s eyes drifting back the way they’d come said he was right to say this. His brother wanted to go back to his omega.

"Very sure," Jack reassured him, reaching out and embracing his brother. "And I’m happy for you, Aiden. Now go back to your family."

When he pulled back, it was to find Aiden beaming. "You’re also my family. Or did you forget already?" his brother said in a teasing tone. "So be careful going back to the hotel, and we’ll see you tomorrow?"

Jack nodded. "Yes on both counts."

It’d been a long day and an even longer delivery. He was ready to fall into his bed. So why did the thought of going up to his empty hotel suite fill him with dread?

When he pulled up to his hotel, he debated turning and going back to Aiden’s. Maybe spending some time around the triplets was what he needed. But looking at the time, he knew they’d either be getting ready for or already in bed.

Looking around, he noticed the bar across the road. The parking lot was full and people were standing out front talking to one another as others made their way inside.

Maybe I’ll head over there so that at least I’ll be surrounded by people, even if I don’t talk to anyone.

He decided to have the hotel’s valet park his car and then walked across the street, hesitating once he reached the front entrance. Before he could change his mind, the door opened, people spilling out. The last person, a woman, held it open for him. She smiled at him, her eyes traveling up his body giving him a deliberate once over, then back to his face.

"Save a drink for me," she said, followed by a flirty, slightly drunk smile.

Jack returned a smile of his own as he entered the bar and headed straight for the bar. He caught one of the bartender’s eyes as soon as he sat down.

"What can I get you, hon?" the pretty redhead behind the bar asked.

"Heineken, please." Jack nodded at the bartender and pulled a couple of bills from his wallet as a bottle was opened and placed in front of him. Jack leaned back and took a sip, sighing as the cold liquid slid down his throat. It was exactly what he needed, cold and relaxing. And better yet, the sounds of the bar were preferable to the quiet of his empty suite.

Jack grabbed his phone from his pocket once he’d set the bottle down and pulled up the pictures folder, leafing through the photos he’d snapped. He stared at the one with the triplets—Keith, Leo, and Hailey—holding their new baby sister Lila between them. Wearing huge grins—with two missing front teeth in Leo’s case. They were so cute.

Jack wasn’t sure where this longing for a family of his own came from, but it seemed to be growing with every day that passed. Maybe it was seeing Aiden so happy with Quinn, or maybe it was just the feeling he got being around them. He never felt alone when they were there.

"Something exciting on your phone?"

He looked up into the startling pale gray, curious eyes of a man who’d taken