Page 52 of His Unicorn Alpha
I blamed hormones.
“So,” Sage broke the strangely emotional mood, “tell me more about this alpha of yours. Eric said he’s a unicorn. I’m guessing that’s why Dex and I have been on a wild goose —or, I guess, horse— chase?”
I drooped, losing hope that Sage had brought back vital information. “Yes. And he is magnificent.”
“So Eric said. I’m a little jealous that I haven’t seen him in shifted form. But we did meet briefly earlier.” He winked. “He’s pretty, Bee.”
“He is,” I agreed, once again allowing my adoration for my mate to run through me and into the bond. I received an answering wave of bewildered amusement for my efforts, and I chuckled.
“You lucked out. Babies and an alpha…” Sage sighed. “What I’d give to have that.”
I couldn’t assure him that it was in the cards for him, so I did not bother trying to placate him. “I know,” I said instead. “Which is why we are hoping you and Dexter can find someone who can help us with the magic of the old ways, or some texts that might be able to explain why some people have hidden alpha syndrome and what we can do to locate them and unlock their alpha sides without requiring an omega and a mating to occur.”
“Well, I had no luck. Dex called me from Madrid about a week ago and said he’d found a lead, though. Haven’t heard anything from him since.”
I frowned. There was something off about the way he spoke about his best friend. I knew they had been estranged for a hundred years or so, but I didn’t know the backstory there, either. At the time, I hadn’t been bothered, but now that I was close to my brothers again, I found that I did care.
“Is everything all right between the two of you?” I asked carefully. “Things seem strained again.”
Sage shook his head before I even finished asking. “It’s all good. You know Dex — he’s also a bit of a drama llama.”
“He has seemed oddly subdued since he came to live here.”
“Yeah, well, he’ll get over it or he won’t.”
There was definitely something happening there, but I knew better than to push Sage. If he did not want to discuss it, I would leave him be.
Clearing my throat, I took the conversation back to safer ground. “So,” I began, “No luck on the magic front. What about unicorns?”
“I did find a super old journal which mentioned them,” Sage admitted, and I sat up straighter, ignoring the twinge in my back.
“Go on…”
“The dragon who owned it wouldn’t let me bring it with me,” he scowled, “but I did borrow it and scanned every damn page ofthe thing. I gave the file to Eric before I came in here, and he’s going to go through it and see if there’s anything useful in there.”
“Well,” I slumped again, immediately feeling the pressure in my back release, “that is still a good sign that Micah is not the first of his kind.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Sage grinned at me. “Now, be a good big brother and tell meeverythingabout him. Not the science-y shit: the fun stuff. How is the whole being mated and bonded thing working out? Are you inluuuurve?”
I laughed. “It is going well. We work very well together, which is not a surprise, considering our theories on fate and compatibility. As for love,” I lowered my voice and felt heat rise to my cheeks. “We have not said anything to each other, but…I believe so. Still, it has only been six weeks. We are not rushing anything.”
“Uh huh. Not rushing anything,” he repeated drily. “Because bonding the day you met, moving in together, and having three babies together in a handful of months is totally taking it slow, right?”
“I think I preferred it when you were almost unreachable,” I pouted, though the twitching of my lips gave my amusement away. “And you are correct, of course. Things between us are quite serious and permanent…but, somehow, saying the words out loud is daunting.”
Sage smirked knowingly. “Ah, but you’ve still told each other silently, huh?”
“Through the bond, yes. We share feelings across the connection between us. It is…something else, Sage.” I rubbed the center of my chest. “Truly. I wish more than anything for you to be able to experience this.”
“I live in hope, big brother.”
I reached out and squeezed his knee. “I do as well.”
Who knew? Perhaps Dexter’s lead would bring us one step closer to finding the answers we all wanted so desperately.
Chapter Eighteen
Dexter Burnside —and, man, did I find the dragons’ surnames kind of hilarious, or what?— was a whirlwind of a man. He burst into Eric and Brandt’s clinic in a dramatic flourish, heralding his own arrival with a loud, British accented, “Your savior has arrived!”
