Page 16 of Unknowingly Being his Brat

Checking the big clock on the wall, I frowned and gazed around the room. We should be eating right now?

“Where’re Jeremy and Cass?” I asked the room, making the others glance at the clock, too.

“I’ll find them,” Oric announced, walking into the hallway.

I knew Cass had helped Mary—our pack grandmother—collecting the leaves outside, so I went there, hoping to find both of them but only found Mary muttering angry curses at the rake.

“Mary!” I called out. “Have you seen Cass and Jeremy?”

“Cass just left!” she called back. “Said he’d be back soon!”

“Oh. Thanks!” I waved at her and went back inside. Why would Cass leave? Had he gotten cold feet?

I found Paul on the stairs leading to the upper floors where we had toilets and empty bedrooms if our packmates needed somewhere to crash. They were mostly there for emergencies, like that one time where Ria and her mate had returned after a weekend away to find their ground floor flooded with water.

“Hey, Paul. Do you know where Cass went?” I asked, stopping him on the stairs.

“No,” he answered with a confused expression. “He left?”

Nodding, I explained, “Mary told me he had to leave but would be back soon.”

Paul groaned. “This has better not be Milo’s doing.”

The fact he immediately blamed Milo had me bristling with anger at my former Alpha. “What has Milo got to do with it?”

He exhaled like he was praying for patience. “I don’t know that yet, but it’s just typical Milo to cause issues like this. He might have said something to Cass to make him doubt Jeremy. Why else would he leave just before he was to be claimed by Jeremy?”

“Maybe we should find Jeremy and ask him?” I suggested. And not just blame Milo for everything that went wrong. Not that I said that last part, wouldn’t want to end up in an argument with my future father-in-law.

“Last I heard, he was fixing a clogged toilet in the basement,” Paul agreed, leading the way downstairs. “Maybe this is the reason I’ve yet to see Milo here,” he muttered under his breath.

I held my tongue, for now, and followed.

We found Jeremy making gagging noises in one of the stalls. “Jeremy?” I asked, trying not to laugh at my poor best friend.

“Yeah? More clogged toilets?” he replied with a snarky yet exasperated tone.

Just how many clogged toilets had he dealt with already? It seemed being alpha wasn’t as glorious as it seemed.

“No,” I replied, biting my lip. “We actually hoped you knew where Cass had gone?”

Jeremy flew around. “He’s not here?”

Paul and I both shook our heads.

“Shit,” he muttered and hurried to stand and rush out of the room.

We spent the next ten minutes searching for him, with Mary growing more agitated by the second. Jeremy had already asked her to repeat her words three times, so I understood her anger.

We were gathered in the biggest room where the food stood ready and was losing heat by the seconds. I’d pushed Jeremy into one of the rooms where we had some clothes stored for when we showed up in our shifted form, since his clothes had gotten some water on it, and he was now stomping next to me in joggers and a T-shirt, looking like he contemplated murder.

“Hey!”

That voice….

We all spun and looked at a confused Milo.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, eyeing the room.