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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Jurassic_World_(2015)
  Relationship:
      Claire_Dearing/Owen_Grady, Vic_Hoskins/Delta, Indominus_Rex/Blue, Blue_&
      Owen_Grady, Delta_&_Barry
  Character:
      Owen_Grady, Blue_(Jurassic_Park), Delta_(Jurassic_Park), Echo_(Jurassic
      Park), Charlie_(Jurassic_Park), Claire_Dearing, Vic_Hoskins, Indominus
      Rex, Rexy, Barry_(Jurassic_Park)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Human_Trafficking, Child_Abuse, raptor
      family, Pack_Dynamics, Kidnapping, Pedophilia, Forced_Prostitution,
      Angst, Humanized_Raptor, Raptors
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-26 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4863
****** Alpha Knows Best ******
by thecattydddy
Summary
     Owen Grady just wants the best for his kids, all of whom came to him
     broken and destroyed because of their past lives. They have something
     good and happy and have finally started believing there is a hope for
     their future, but when a mysterious woman comes in and makes Blue
     question his loyalties, the reality of who they are and where they
     came from will always come back to them.
Notes
     Okay, I'd like to start off by saying I just watch Jurassic World not
     that long ago and it was fantastic. The raptor family gave me so many
     feels, so I decided what better way to deal with their tragic end
     than making a story with a different horrible ending? I'm going to
     just warn you right now that this story will not have a happy ending
     and I'll be keeping most if not all of the canon deaths. Some
     elements have changed because of the nature of the story, but I've
     tried to stay as true to each character as I possibly can.
     Now, as for the kids, there are four raptors: Blue, Delta, Echo and
     Charlie. The story explains how they get their nicknames and
     everything, so I wont bore you with those details, but I will give
     you a little overview of what each kid so you wont be confused.
     The eldest is Blue. He is a transboy who came out at about ten. His
     chosen name is Jay. He's got blonde hair and blue eyes and is
     basically your stereotypical looking jock kind of character. He's the
     most mature out of the kids and works exceptionally hard to make Owen
     proud. Out of all of them, he has the closest relationship with Owen.
     He came into Owen's care as a baby after the family estate burned
     down.
     The next is Delta, whose actual name is Diana. She's an African
     American girl whose parents were killed as the result of a hate
     crime. She was brought to live with Owen by Barry and became a
     permanent fixture in the house when they were unable to locate other
     family. She's extremely level headed and very polite, but can hold
     her own in a fight if necessary.
     The third eldest is Echo, more formally known as Ellen. She lived on
     the streets for the first few years of her life and is the most
     violent of the four. She had short black hair and her favorite method
     of attacking something is to bite it. She talks a lot, usually about
     things she knows nothing or little about. She used to sneak out a lot
     to return to the streets, but doesn't do it as much anymore now that
     she's living with Owen.
     The youngest is Charlie. Because of Charlie's slight eye defect in
     the movie, I decided to give her heterochromia iridium, which is when
     someone has two different colored eyes. I considered making her born
     blind, but the trivia on the wiki says the alteration doesn't seem to
     have any effect on her vision, so I decided against that. In any
     case, her parents rejected her because she wasn't the perfect baby
     they were hoping she would be and she was tossed around between
     several foster homes and was molested until one of them was busted
     and she was temporarily put in Owen's care until they could find her
     another foster family. Eventually, he ended up just adopting her
     because they'd all fallen in love with the girl. She's got blonde
     hair. One of her eyes is pale blue and the other one is green.
     In this story, they do call Owen "Alpha," but it's mostly meant as an
     inside joke. Their ages fall in the following range: Blue is 17.
     Delta is 15. Echo is 13. And Charlie is 6.
     That's all I have to say about the raptors. Other humanized dinosaurs
     will show up and, if I feel it is necessary, I will give brief
     descriptions on them, too. I'm not too sure how often I will update
     this because I'm supposed to be working on a bunch of Marvel stuff,
     but we'll see. In any case, I hope you enjoy and I really appreciate
     that feedback. n.n~~
***** Chapter 1 *****
Owen never knew what drew him to kids. He'd been good with them for as long as
he could remember, but that didn't always mean someone had to like 'em. Kids,
he'd noted, were relatively easy to deal with once you understood their basic
needs. They needed to eat and to feel and, after a certain age, they needed to…
Well, it was at least one of those was a concept that any person could
sympathize with. Once you understood those couple of things and tended to them,
kids were happy to listen to you. The problem most people had with them was,
instead of providing for children, they tried to mold them. Instead of guiding
them, they tried to control them. Once you stop trying to paint them in your
image, they're much more open to receiving it. The concept was simple, but
still it floated right over people's heads.
Maybe it was his pride that brought him to them. Maybe the fact that he could
raise them so much betterthan the perfect all-American suburban dad was why he
wanted to. Maybe part of him just wanted to do it right to show that it's not
the kid's fault that their parents are fuck ups. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted
to raise them right so someone else wouldn't do it wrong.
When he'd gotten the first one, it'd been unintentional, at first. The tragedy
had left ashes and a screaming baby in its wake. Unidentified, abandoned and
alone, she'd been dumped on her own front lawn as if her own half-deranged
father was doing her a huge favor by letting just her live. Owen had been
outraged by the act. If you're going to drag a child kicking and screaming into
this world and then take everything from her, you could at least have the
decency to let her go with it. He only needed to hold her once to know that he
had to help her. She deserved a competent parent from then on and he didn't
trust anyone else.
At ten years old, when she'd promptly marched up to him as he was eating
breakfast and declared that she was a boy, Owen had looked up from his
fruitloops with a confused expression on his face. After a few moments of her
stumbling over her words, he finally understood.
When he'd asked what name they'd be using now that they were a boy, the child
had frozen, unable to answer the question. Owen had promised they could take
their time to pick one. The youngest at the time – Echo – had loudly proclaimed
that they should be called Blue because that's a boy color. They had accepted
it with excitement, insisting that was his name, now. A little later, Owen
managed to convince him to pick a something a little more common, but the
nickname had stuck. Blue's female identity was all but forgotten by the other
members of the family. It'd been the only lasting piece of his old life and
finally shedding it had been like taking the final leap into a better future
and giving up the things he'd left behind.
The second had been Delta, whose actual name was Diana, but had gained the
nickname from the way she always used to spell her name as a child - “It's D as
in Delta and I as in Ice-cream and A as in...”. Her story had been much like
Blue's in it's level of tragedy. Her parents had met their end at the hands of
a hate crime and she was barely lucky to have gotten out of it with her own
life. A friend of his had handed the scared four year old over to him, the poor
girl having just seen her parents shot in front of her, and promised that it
was just until they found her family. He wasn't in the business of accepting
every kid with a problem into his house, though. If someone was directed
hisway, they had a very slim chance of a better alternative. Deciding Blue
could use a little sister, he'd accepted her in and showed her the love that
had been ripped from her fingers so early on.
The third was Ellen – Better known as Echo because the first week they'd been
there, she'd repeated everything someone said before answering in an angry
tone. They later learned it was a habit she portrayed when she was especially
scared, but by the time she had come out with this information, the name had
become a part of her. Echo had come from the streets at six, living by a strict
bite first and ask questions later policy. During a particularly vicious
confrontation between her and Blue, she'd been thrown into a glass lamp. The
shattered glass embedded into her skin and had required stitches. It'd left a
faint scar on her forearm, which she showed off all the time as a battle scar.
Blue had apologized profusely and they'd made amends under Owen's watchful eye,
but Echo didn't pick fights with him, again.
The last and youngest addition was Charlie. She'd actually been rejected by her
parents at an early age due to a defect that made her eyes two different
colors. The child had lived an unhappy three years being tossed between foster
homes. When her foster parent was arrested for reports of molesting a minor,
Charlie had been dumped at his door with nothing but the clothes on her back
and a very beat-up looking stuffed dog. He'd been promised that it was only
until they could find a suitable home for her, but when the time came to give
her up, Owen and his other three kids couldn't find it in their hearts to let
her go.
And so, the five of them had morphed into this little hobble of nobodies and
found a purpose and a family in one another. They had grown as people and,
despite their dark pasts, could laugh and love and feel the very joy of life.
Every night when Owen tucked them in bed he kissed their foreheads and thought
of how proud he was that they could be more than what they'd come from.
One such memory came to mind when he thought of them, always causing him to
smile when he reflected back on it. They'd been sitting around the living room,
each focused on their own thing when suddenly, Charlie had spoken up.
“Hey, uh...?” her tiny voice carried over to him. She had never been sure what
to call him and, while Owen insisted that whatever she picked would be fine by
him, it'd continued into nearly half a year of being with them. She'd tried a
few things now and again, but her primary way to get his attention was to just
tug on his clothes or stutter over her words until he answered her.
“What's up, Charlie?” he asked, briefly glancing up from his the news. He
usually didn't participate in that kind of activity because it made him feel
like an idiot, especially when his kids were around, but the article had drawn
his attention and before he knew it, he was sitting on the couch and pouring
over the entire paper. She fidgeted a little, trying to figure out how to word
her question before looking at him with searching eyes.
“Um… I was just wondering… Um… What are we?” Her voice squeaked at the last
part, not quite sure she could ask that. He furrowed his brow, worried that
he'd somehow not made it very clear exactly what they were to the young and
impressionable little girl.
“We're family,” he explained, instantly, putting the newspaper aside and
kneeling down on the floor to sit beside her, “I know it's hard to define
specific roles and things so early, but that isn't the important thing. We love
you and will take care of you and that's enough to make us family.”
“That's stupid,” Echo voiced, making everyone else turn to her with wide eyes.
She continued before Owen could object, “Families are dumb and they just leave
you. We're better than that. We actually protect each other and stick around
and stuff. Like a gang or a… A… A pack!”
“Oh.” Charlie's eyes grew wide with wonder and Owen couldn't help the small
smile that played at his lips.
“A pack is actually a lot like a family,” he reasoned. As much as it warmed his
heart that Echo felt that way about them, if Charlie started telling people she
was part of a pack, it might raise questions no one wanted to answer.
“Eh. Family doesn't sound as cool,” Echo brushed off his comment with a shrug.
“We're like a wolf pack or Raptor! Those are dinosaurs. I heard it from his guy
one time that they were proven to hang out in packs. With science.”
“I think I've heard something like that,” Owen chuckled, placing his hands on
the ground behind him, “I think the dinosaur you're thinking of is a
Deinonychus, though.”
“A.. De-a-what-us?” Echo demanded, leveling him with a blank look.
“A Deinonychus. They're kind of like Velociraptors, but they are from different
parts of the world.”
“Okay, I'll bite,” Delta spoke up, putting her phone in her lap and smirking at
Echo, “If we're a pack, who is the alpha?”
“Me, duh,” Echo pointed to herself, like it was obvious. She flipped her black
hair out of her face as if to emphasis her toughness.
“I think Dad is probably the alpha,” Blue pointed out, not even bothering to
remove his nose from his homework. He had grades to keep up so that he could
stay on the football team for the next game. Owen and him had gone to extreme
lengths to prove he should be a part of that team and he wasn't about to loose
it because of math.
“What's an alpha?” Charlie questioned, blinking her eyes in Owen's direction.
“It's the one who's in charge of the pack,” Owen explained, gently pushing some
of her hair out of her face, “It's their responsibility to make sure the pack
is fed and protected and that everyone gets along. In turn, the rest of the
pack looks up to them and listens to what they say. Usually, it's the strongest
or most capable one that is chosen to be the alpha.”
“Yeah, you're the alpha.” Charlie nodded and then turned back to Echo. “He
takes care of us, so he should be, right?”
“Fine,” Echo huffed, “Can I be beta, then?”
“That would be me,” Blue turned her down, again, “And before you ask, Delta is
my second-in-command.”
“Uuuhhgg! Not fair!” Echo groaned, but she didn't argue. She knew better than
to argue with Blue.
Later during dinner, when Charlie called Owen Alpha when asking for him to pass
the salt, the entire table burst into laughter and the others joined in the fun
until that nickname stuck, too.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Women coming to the house was nothing new to Blue and the girls. Owen had a lot
of friends and, more relevantly, he had a lot of lovers. He never did anything
with any of them in the house, but Blue knew better than assume he'd been
totally celibate since he'd been a baby. The guy was obviously lonely and he
deserved someone good in his life. Someone who could take care of him and the
girls. Someone who Blue could trust to take up his responsibilities when he
went off to college and all that jazz. He wasn't worried about being replaced –
No one would ever mean as much to Owen as his kids did and Blue knew that
without a doubt – So, as long as the women were respectful, he didn't feel
threatened by them.
Usually, Owen was pretty good about that. He didn't let people into the house
who he thought would be harmful to them and always respected their wishes if
they said someone shouldn't come back. He'd even gone as far as to punch the
one social worker who'd been getting a little too comfortable with Delta. She'd
insisted the whole thing hadn't been Owen's fault, but he still had pulled her
close and promised not to let anything happen to her afterwards. It'd been a
touching moment for all of them – Charlie had been so overwhelmed the poor girl
had started to cry – and it'd further instilled in all of their minds to what
lengths Owen would go for them. He had been sure to file a report against the
man and the next time a social worker came, it'd been a very fragile looking
woman who was shorter than Delta and spoke in a whisper. They couldn't have
sent a less threatening person.
And, because of his dedication, they all felt fiercely protective of him, too.
Charlie was perhaps too young to fully express that like the rest of them, but
it was definitely there. They all did their best to make him proud and, despite
the fact he claimed reputation wasn't more important to him than their
happiness, they all tried a little too hard, sometimes. Blue could remember
quite a few occasions Echo had snuck into his room to get help for a math test
or an English exam because she'd wanted to surprise Owen with an A.
And so long story short, when they'd met Claire Dearing, they all hated her
immediately.
Okay, well, maybe Charlie didn't hate her, but she was too happy for something
like that. She did, however, get very upset about Claire and that'd just
solidified everyone else's rage. No one can waltz into their homes and their
lives and cause so much misery to their family. The very idea was enough to
send white hot rage straight through Blue.
“Blue. Girls. I'd like you to meet Claire. She's a coworker of mine.” Owen
introduced her like he always did with new people. He'd made it his policy that
they deserved to know strangers that were in their home and give them the
chance to judge them for themselves, “Claire, these are my four kids – Jay,
Diana, Ellen and Charlie.”
“J, huh? Is that short for something? Jennifer or Jane, maybe?” Claire turned
to her with a smile that screamed fake and Blue felt instantly suspicious. As
if sensing how uncomfortable he was with the situation, Delta and Echo both
glared at the woman.
“No. It doesn't.” Delta answered for him and Owen stepped in before any
conflicts could arise.
“Claire, Jay is a boy. Him and I picked the name out for him a few years ago.”
“Oh!” she sounded genuinely surprised and the apologetic look she shot Blue
seemed real. It didn't make him lower his defenses, though, “Lowery told me you
had all girls.”
“Well, Lowery is an idiot,” Owen returned.
“I am terribly sorry for the mix up, Jay.” Perhaps it was the way Owen looked
at Claire with a sad, and almost defeated look that had Blue managed to swallow
his hurt and say that it was alright. That it was just a misunderstanding. The
genuinely happy look Owen had in turn almost made him forget that he really
didn't like this lady.
When she spoke to them, she was almost patronizing, like she didn't know how to
talk to kids and Blue didn't like that either. Charlie was too little to
realize she was being talked down to, but Echo looked about ready to bite her.
Despite years of telling her that that kind of behavior wasn't tolerated,
almost wanted to encourage it. And then she'd asked to talk to Owen alone and
before Owen could say that his kids were old enough to handle anything she had
to say, Blue had agreed with the request simply to get an idea of what she was
like without prying ears. The other's followed his example. The four of them
discretely listened in, ears pressed to the kitchen door as they spoke.
“They're nice kids, I suppose,” Claire noted, not exactly thrilled with the
idea of any kids in general, but she did really need Owen, “You've done a good
job raising them. I can't imagine it was easy having to dole out punishments
when they first arrived.”
“Fortunately, you don't really have to do a lot of that,” Owen shrugged. She
mostly ignored the comment.
“I couldn't control that many, though,” Claire laughed, tucking her hair behind
her ear and leaning against a counter.
“I don't,” Owen corrected, “We have a mutual respect for one another. Unlike
you, I don't see people as assets and I certainly don't try to control
everything.”
“You don't understand, Mr. Grady-”
“Owen.”
“Mr. Grady,” she insisted, metaphorically distancing herself from any kind of
familiarity with him, “I do a lot of important work for the good of the
community and its members. Sometimes, that means making hard decisions. I
didn't come here to argue my job with you, though. Are you going to help us
with the project or now?”
“See, this? This is why we never had a second date.”
“We never had a second date because I never wanted one!”
Their bickering continued until Blue got sick of listening to it and went off
to sulk. When Claire finally left, he stood at the top of the stairs and said
in a very calm, but serious matter, “I don't like her.”
“Welcome to the club,” Owen rolled his eyes before giving Blue a soft smile,
“Don't worry. House visits like these will be rare. She's just a coworker – A
very annoying one.”
“Why'd you bring her here in the first place?” Blue demanded, a little
apprehensively. He didn't think she would cause them any harm – She hadn't even
been all that interested in Blue and his sisters, really – but Owen was another
story. What if she tried to take advantage of him using them or something. He
didn't want that happening.
“My boss said we should try to be a little more… Civilized with one another,”
Owen shrugged, “Thought it might help.”
“Did it?” Blue questioned, skeptically. Owen at least had the decency to give a
small, sheepish smile.
“Yeah, probably not.”
That night, when he was tucking them into bed, he came and sat on Blue's bed
and brushed his hair out of his face, “You know that you and the girls mean the
world to me, right?”
Blue, a little startled by this, simply nodded.
“Good,” he approved, staring at the wall. He seemed to be off in his own world.
“Good. Means I'm doing my job right. Listen… Blue. I'm sorry about this
afternoon. I should have made sure she knew before and-”
“It's alright,” Blue sighed, laying his head down on the pillow, “I know. It's
whatever.”
“It's not just whatever. You're still my son, ya know.”
Blue closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face, “Whatever you say, Dad.”
“Alpha!” Charlie's small voice carried to the room, drawing both of their
attentions. Usually, the youngest went to bed, first, but sometimes Charlie
managed to stay awake long enough to weasel in a little extra time with Owen.
“Go. I'm fine,” Blue insisted, waving away the conflicted look Owen shot the
door. He sighed before leaning over and placing a kiss against his forehead.
“Get some sleep, Blue.” With that, he turned off the lamp and exited the room
with practiced ease. Blue imagined him walking down the hall to Charlie's room
and exchanging soft words with her as to not rouse the others. He imagined Owen
whispering some stupid joke to Charlie and the little girl giggling just a
little too loudly, only to be shushed by him. She'd ask for a drink or a story
or to have him sit with her until she fell asleep. Part of Blue missed when
he'd been young enough to ask for those kinds of things – back when it'd just
been her and Owen all by themselves – but he also knew that Charlie needed
their father a lot more these days. Him and Delta were pretty solid and Echo
preferred to dance to her own beat, so that left the other two with one
another. It was really his only hope of escape that he knew that someone would
be left behind to take care of the others. Having some else around to hold the
responsibilities would be nice, but not worth giving up his role to just any
old person like Claire.
The four of them could handle themselves just fine with or without her or
anyone like her.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs early in the morning, rousing Delta
from her slumber. Rolling out of bed, she pushed her hair out of her face and
scrambled around her room for a bit until she had located a pair of pajama
pants and a t-shirt before heading down the stairs. Already, Echo and Charlie
were sitting at the bar and waiting to be served. The latter was kicking her
feet back and forth and smiling, sleepily, while the former was babbling on
about some interesting and likely false fact she'd learned from her friends. As
Delta slipped into her place at the table, she picked up on the sound of Owen
clicking. It'd been a weird part of him, at first, but she'd since come to
associate it with him, especially when food was involved. She could still
remember back when she'd first asked about it.
It'd been back in the days when Blue had still gone by her first name and she
had first arrived at the house. They'd been sitting at this very bar, the only
sound in the room was the sizzling of the food and Owen's clicking. Neither of
them had felt particularly interested in talking the way Echo did.
“Mr. Grady, Sir?” She'd spoken up, drawing the attention of the other two
people in the room. Her parents had always taught her to be respectful around
strangers, especially kind strangers, “I don't mean to sound rude, but why do
you do that?”
“Do what, Diana?” he asked, one of his eyebrows lowering to signal his
confusion. She had frowned, trying to think of a way to word her question,
considering her four year old vocabulary was limited.
“The… The noise.” She tried to imitate it, to clarify what she meant, but it
didn't sound quite right.
Realization dawned on him and he smirked, “It's more out of the side of your
mouth. Like this.” He made the noise for her and she tried to repeat it. It
wasn't perfect, but it was better, “There you go. You're getting it.”
“Why do you do it?” Delta repeated her question, not wanting to get off topic.
“Why wouldn't he do it?” Blue questioned, giving Delta a weird look, “He's
always done it. Forever.”
“I think she's confused because most people don't click when they make
breakfast,” Owen chuckled, flipping their food onto a couple plates and setting
them out in front of the two girls, “The answer to your question, Diana, I used
to do it back when it was just me to keep me occupied. I suppose old habits
just die hard. You don't mind, do you?”
Delta had accepted her plate, looking at him with wide honest eyes and shook
her head. She didn't mind.
“Morning, Alpha,” she yawned, back to the present. He glanced over his shoulder
to see who the voice was from before returning to his cooking.
“Morning, Delta. Sleep well?” he wondered, flipping a pancake with a click.
There was already a stack of them next to him, but four kids could go through
pancakes pretty quickly.
“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged. Charlie pulled on her shirt, trying to get her
attention, “What's up, Charlie?”
“Alpha says you're going to go out with Uncle Barry, today” she said in a
hushed tone. Her different colored eyes held a sense of childish curiosity in
it and Delta smiled.
“Yeah. That's right. He said he was going to let me drive the boat, today,”
Delta answered, excitedly. Barry was an old friend of Owen's and Delta had had
a good relationship with the man since he'd brought her to live with him. Once,
Barry had said that he had considered taking her in, himself, but knew that
Owen would have been able to provide better for her. As much as she loved Owen
for his kindness, there had never been a place for her like there had for Blue.
Blue had been Owen's first and so, Delta understood, but sometimes she wondered
if maybe she considered Barry a little more like the father she had lost than
she did of Owen.
“How come I don't get to drive a boat?” Echo demanded, feeling cheated, “You
know, I've got a friend that says he drove a boat straight into a cliff, so
then he had to get his jet skis out and use those to get away before a shark
ate him!”
“A shark!” Charlie squealed, terrified by the prospect of a shark eating
someone.
“Yeah! He said the shark had seven thousand teeth and could smell fear! He said
the shark kept almost biting him!” Echo exclaimed, dangling her fingers in
front of her mouth in what must have been a display of teeth. She snapped her
jaw with a snarl and Charlie mimicked the action, “Yeah, Charlie! Just like
that!”
“As much as I'm sure we'd all love to hear this story,” Owen interrupted,
setting the plate of pancakes on the bar as well as four empty ones, “Breakfast
is ready.” Before any of them could dig in, a hand reached over Charlie's head
and snatched up a pancake, taking it off with them.
“Woah! Hold up there, Blue! You aren't going to eat with us?” Owen questioned,
making the boy in question stop. He had a pancake dangling out of his mouth and
about seven books precariously balanced around him. Taking a bite of the
pancake and pulling the rest of it out of his mouth, Blue shook his head.
“Sorry, Dad. I've gotta go practice with Bryce. The game next week against the
Rats is gonna be a flop unless he can get down the plays, so I'm gonna help him
and then we're gonna study for the test on Friday,” Blue answered, arranging
some of his books to get a better hold on them, “I'd love to stay, but he's out
front right now and we're on a tight schedule. He's got a date at six so he'd
kicking me out at five thirty. I'll be back around then.” As if to justify his
rushing, a loud car horn blared out from the front of the house.
“Oh. Alright, then. Be safe,” Owen permitted. Blue flashed a grateful smile and
was out the door as quickly as he'd come. They all had just about finished up
breakfast when the doorbell rang, followed by the sound of Barry's voice.
“Hey! Anyone home!”
“In the kitchen, Barry!” Owen replied, stacking the dishes in the sink and
running water over them to rinse them off. As soon as the man entered the room,
all three of the girls piled on him in greeting. After a few moments of
talking, Delta and Barry were leaving for the lake.
As they were getting into their car, a van stood idle some ways down the
street. Two people sat inside, hidden behind tinted windows. The one in the
passenger's seat leaned forward, eyes blown wide with lust as Delta came into
view. His companion looked at him over her sunglasses, a disgusted frown on her
face.
“I'm going to presume that's her.”
“Oh yes,” the man confirmed, licking his lips, “She's as sexy as I remember her
being. Maybe more so.”
“Uh huh,” the woman replied, pulling her lipstick out of her purse and applying
it. She was tired of all this waiting around, especially with this creep beside
her, “Is she the only one you're interested. I want to make absolute sure you
wont try and make a grab for all four of them.”
“No. She's the one I want,” he insisted, nearly pressing a hand to the window
before she swatted him away, “I'll supply you with any information you need, as
long as you can get me her.”
“Consider it done, Mr. Hoskins.”
He hummed in appreciation and the woman focused her attention to the window of
the house, spotting the figures playing just beyond it. The youngest was a very
cute looking blonde and the other was a black haired girl with a fiery
personality. Even the boy who'd left some time earlier would fetch a fair price
in her line of work. It would be a shame to see the eldest girl go, but it was
a small price to pay for the other three. She'd stumbled onto a gold mine with
this lot and, if she played her cards right, they'd be answering to a new alpha
very soon.
 
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